My Poems

. ‘Violin’ was written on a soft dark velvet night, As I drifted - in the dreams - of the flickering - candle light; Ne’er pre-planned - nor pondered - nor was she - pre-conceived, She came from deep within me, appearing on the screen, As did my favorite poem - my darling ‘Cannon Lee’. ‘The Love of a Gentlemen’ - and ‘Where the Heart Resides,’ Came from treasured memories - I tried to keep alive; With words - chosen carefully - to create solidity, I brought them back to life - to live eternally, In vivid hues - more beautiful - than all the autumn leaves. Others - fell like drops of dew - from flying fingertips, That raced across the keyboard - in hopes they wouldn’t miss, The chance to share the beauty - my eyes now fell upon, Through the kitchen window - across the river - and beyond, Where fields of liquid diamonds - glistened in the early dawn. Others came in metaphors - disguising secrets held; To painful in reality - for me to ever tell. ‘The Rose and the Thorn’ - poured herself upon the page, A sonnet of over-whelming grief - rising up from hidden rage, Releasing me forever - from my gilded cage. ~~~~~ These poems I write - come day come night, Come candle or come neon light, Come wind, come rain, come joy, come pain, They are the life - the Great Creator - breathed in me; They are my breath! They are my poetry! ~~~~~ Author: Elaine George Written: January 13th, 2010 Inspired by: Deborah Guzzi's contest 'How Do You do It - How do you write your poems'? PLACED: SECOND Authors Note: This poem was written on route to Bath, North Carolina via Ferry crossing. It was written on a note-pad from the' Hampton Inn' and transferred to my lap-top after returning to Swansborro.