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Early Poems Xvii

Early Poems XVII Morning by Michael R. Burch It was morning and the bright dew drenched the grasses like tears the trembling lashes of my lover; another day had come. And everywhere the flowers were turning to the sun, just as the night before I had turned to the one for whom my heart yearned. It was morning and the sun shone in the sky like smoldering embers in the eyes of my lover— another night gone by. And everywhere the terraces were refreshed by bright assurances of the early-fallen rain which had doused the earth and morning’s birth with their sweet refrain. It was morning and the bright dew drenched the grasses like tears the trembling lashes of my lover; another day had come. I believe I wrote this poem around age 14, then according to my notes revised it around age 17. In any case, it was published in my high school literary journal. Nevermore! by Michael R. Burch Nevermore! O, nevermore shall the haunts of the sea— the swollen tide pools and the dark, deserted shore— mark her passing again. And the salivating sea shall never kiss her lips nor caress her breasts and hips as she dreamt it did before, once, lost within the uproar. The waves will never rape her, nor take her at their leisure; the sea gulls shall not have her, nor could she give them pleasure . . . She sleeps forevermore. She sleeps forevermore, a virgin save to me and her other lover, who lurks now, safely smothered by the restless, surging sea. And, yes, they sleep together, but never in that way! For the sea has stripped and shorn the one I once adored, and washed her flesh away. He does not stroke her honey hair, for she is bald, bald to the bone! And how it fills my heart with glee to hear them sometimes cursing me out of the depths of the demon sea . . . their skeletal love—impossibility! Of You by Michael R. Burch There is little to write of in my life, and little to write off, as so many do . . . so I will write of you. You are the sunshine after the rain, the rainbow in between; you are the joy that follows fierce pain; you are the best that I've seen in my life. You are the peace that follows long strife; you are tranquility. You are an oasis in a dry land and you are the one for me! You are my love; you are my life; you are my all in all. Your hand is the hand that holds me aloft . . . without you I would fall. Keywords/Tags: early, morning, sun, sunshine, day, flower, flowers, sweet, juvenile, juvenilia, teen

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