Poetry
Poetry is not my strongest forte however I think this space would be good if others wanted to use it to show off their skills. So I am going to start the ball rolling with one of my own.
SNOW
We stand in the snow
his blue eyes mirror the cold
flakes melt on warm skin
it feels magical, yet real
like Narnia, Enchanted
WomanChild
woman, but still a child
I feel some loss and sadness
she is small, yet grown
I fear age, not hers, mine
time creeps up fast, blink, its gone
The Guide
I sit and watch the crimson pool grow with every drop.
I want to mop up and clean, but I can’t I am stopped.
The one I love cries silent for help,
But I can’t. I cannot help.
She is beautiful, her talent boundless,
Yet this she does not see. She sees only mess.
I want to show her a mirror and scream.
Scream look! Look you are the dream.
The crimson pool now stains her clothes.
Her eyes roll and breathing slows.
My hands are tied. I love you I scream.
I love you! I love you! I love you.
Stop! Hear me please.
I have failed.
Only one charge and I have failed.
She is now just a dirt mound.
The one I love is no longer around.
By Decee Foulkes 07/11/08
What Lies Beyond
Beyond the red brick and stone, nature awaits. As I stand at my door I see, nature awaits Then as the blanket falls I stand at my door, and there I see nature awakes. Her misty fingers carresses the stone. My back shivers as she touches my soul. And now I see nature awakes. But something holds her back, as though she imposes. I watch eagely as nature awakes. Yet this is her world and we are who imposes. I long for her each time nature awakes. Beyond the red brick and stone, nature awaits I wait forever at my door for nature to awake. Decee foulkes 06/10/08