Saturday, October 31, 2009
Me, a reigning lass
I remember the rainy day
when i swayed and swayed
with barley on my way
I remember the twigs and twittering birds
making love to May
amidst the sleeping herd
I remember the rawness of the man
i met and gave an invite
which now is but a fan
To all who love
to all who want
I'm but a butterfly
I'll sit there not
I'll sit here not
I'm all i want, i am.
(inspired to write... though its definitely not as good a response to one of my friend's poem - http://domeoftheduke.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-from-my-next-lane-lass.html)
when i swayed and swayed
with barley on my way
I remember the twigs and twittering birds
making love to May
amidst the sleeping herd
I remember the rawness of the man
i met and gave an invite
which now is but a fan
To all who love
to all who want
I'm but a butterfly
I'll sit there not
I'll sit here not
I'm all i want, i am.
(inspired to write... though its definitely not as good a response to one of my friend's poem - http://domeoftheduke.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-from-my-next-lane-lass.html)
Crimson -Toe
The stars came down last night
caressing me.
And with their tiny toes painted crimson
walked past my woes.
caressing me.
And with their tiny toes painted crimson
walked past my woes.
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