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Kathy Anderson Poem
Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure
Some summer when time waits to lure
Our hearts to find just the right hours.
No brook shall steal away the flowers
Nor dirty spring waters pure.
Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure.
Fascination becomes the tour
For springs trumpets are not lour.
We quietly search the towers
Where first we discovered allures.
Someday the spring will be ours.
{Rondel form}
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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Kathy Anderson Poem
You came in the night like a thief,
A Leprechaun with gold relief,
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.
You threw the dice, gave a symbol,
A circle of gold, probable
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.
You gave me some cards telling of
A risk involving games of love,
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.
You thought it was just like roulette,
Yet time to be free without threat,
By chance your charm will bring me luck.
(Modern GoVat also not on list)
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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Kathy Anderson Poem
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
But somberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Fleet foot fast it goes down below skies,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore.
But soberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon
Whose romance was ruined much too soon,
And somberly sighs it's last goodbye's.
Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon,
Now bereft, flickering last flames die black
Into a cauldron seething with alack,
Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon.
Now bereft, flickering last flames die black,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
Knowing that life can never give amore,
Now bereft, flickering last flames die black.
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
But somberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Fleet foot fast it goes down below skies,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore.
(canteno rondo form not on list)
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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Kathy Anderson Poem
I am the wounded willow
The rush of sparkling streams
I am the dream that shall not die
The ground that cannot be moved
I am the woman at the well
A well that flows forever
I am the doe that leaps
The wren upon your hand
I am a birds heart
And an eagle soaring high
I am enchanted by the smile
Freely given without fail
I am the touch of friendship
Wound like vines around the heart
I am your aura
The magic within your mind
I am the roots of life
The branches bowing low
I am the wounded willow
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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