| This poem was written by Jenna http://www.danradcliffe.com/staff.html I am a slave to passion, My appetite unbound. I am crisp green leaves, I wave from lonely treetops bending in the breeze. My castle's walls reach greedy fingers; penetrate the powder puff horizon; swim through the black sea of diamonds; inhere in ambits of crystalline gossiping halos, opaque drifting eyes. Oceans churn and bubble, Waves are washed with rainbows of Emeralds, rubies, sapphires. Boiling conflagration, Seething prurience; The suns Smother mountaintops, Liquefy frigid crowns, Hoard every sensation inside pellucid roaming waterfalls. Golden puddles of chilly woe lurk Beneath frozen rain Crescent valleys crumble; Release pulverulent deserts, And the north wind cradles the flittering dust in her arms. Moons weep; Drop their stone tears into Hushed, salty rivers; Every splash a blooming firefly Crimson amativeness Follows trails of silver- beaded bread crumbs to midnight's unimpeded door. Can you see the shimmering fish flying in the sky? Five finned tails, Two-toned faces, Copper-braided hair woven from their dorsal fins Quick. . .. Fly in the sky! Fly in the sky! Cool temperance climbs rocky towers; Heeds the lachrymose quintessence who hovers soundly in a vast graying sea of nihility. Sunken ships row on fleeting waters;; All the rest leave yellow streaks of discontent forged across the canvas.. |
| Dixie 1993-2004 She was the most good-natured pet a human could behold She took the pains and joys she knew in stride She had the most endearing ways and, and if the truth be told I bless each day that she walked by my side Her many “friends” included those in nursing homes who smiled As she offered her paw for a friendly pat People, upon meeting her on walks, likewise beguiled She managed to befriend even the cat She quietly endured being dressed for holidays Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, and such Then sat and posed for pictures, not simply for treats or praise But just to please the human she loved so much She endured the loss of an eye and illness stoically She kept her sweet good-nature to the end How fortunate I am to have her in my memory No one ever knew a truer friend!. [written in memory of Dixie for my dear friend Aline Gerard] |
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