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Sunday, April 29, 2012


Just Perfect!

We pled love,
he called me a witch,
I tickled his fancy,
I danced to his dandy,
we stayed in a clinch.

In gurgling streams,
a perfect garden,
a troth was made
never to fade
he called me a witch
that stole his thunder!

In flowered dreams,
the years rolled by,
the endearments took a hue,
from the many frets,
when natured served us hets
as lessons of love
his eyes took a shine,
to varied shapes askew,
that taunted our troth.
if only I was truly a witch!
 I would weld his wanderings!


In a room full of laughter
my soul is quiet

In a cold dank cell
the heat of my longing
keeps me sweating

The starry skies
the soft call of doves
brings me close to tears

Butterflies flit the air
buttercups in your hair
I should be laughing

The thump of your heart
as you sit by the hearth
and the embers glow golden

How lonely the stars feel
how desperately I miss you
how long I sat in the dark
your hand to touch in the dark
one soul to beat as mine
If really you could
Just imagine.

Just one Look

Across the room
there was no name;
to the emotion;
the air was thin;
my breadth was strained,
my knees became jellies,
took an eternity,
to complete my breadth,
that was lodged between my breast.

He walked away,
as I turned away,
from the darkened door
to my bright happiness

Never saw him again;
each morning though;
I remember with pain;
the sun that went away at dawn.


  1. You have so completely captured how I am feeling with your artistry in Imagine. How do you that?!


  2. oh Bree , life is life worlds , making world that connect us. Thank Keith.