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Broken Branch

Broken Branch
         by Amy Swanson, 2008



Winter-gray tree branch
       Hangs low, stricken by the storm
               Broken... but alive.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008



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Little Yellow Socks

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.

Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!

Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.

Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008

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Ode to Chocolate

Ode to Chocolate   :)
     by Amy Swanson  12/15/2008


                 Deliciously inviting
             Tempting to my tongue
               Silky chocolate velvet
               Whether milk or dark
                  Candy, cocoa too-
                     Melts in mouth
                      ~ Mmmmm! ~

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008

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Poetry is... Art

Poetry is... Art
       by Amy Swanson



Poetry comes in all

shapes
sizes
colors
surprises
varieties
lengths
flavors
styles


About all kinds of

feelings
thoughts
emotions
moods
people
foods
societies
animals
nature


It can be

long
short
rhyme
prose
haiku
quatrain
free verse
narrative
sonnet
footle
senryu
tanka
epulaeryu
.... and so many more-!


Poetry's authors are

from everywhere
all ethnicities
women
men
girls
boys
young
old
adults
kids
tall
short
thin
heavy
average
brunette
redhead
blonde
raven-haired
white-haired
gray-haired
or even no-haired


Poetry is 


abstract
                     or

concrete


playful
                     or

serious


light-hearted

                     or

strongly stated.



It is about

               anything

                             everything

                                               nothing

and in-between.



It is

          word art

                           from the heart.



It can make you

happy
sad
thoughtful
mad
excited
or even goo-goo eyed!


Poetry ... just is.


There is only one thing
              
        Poetry is not ...


                                                          cookie-cutter
                                      same-old-all-the-time-heard-it-all-before
                                                          cookie-cutter.


Each verse as unique
        as the heart that wrote it

Each line as unique
        as the soul that felt it.


And so
simply said:


Poetry is... art.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009



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Colors of Dawn


Colors of Dawn
       by Amy Swanson

Peach-gold tones shimmer
       -- mist from twilight disappears
kiss of sun peeks through
        swirls of pink and lavender
        bids a gentle good morning

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Mystic Walk

I took a mystic walk with you,
     a haze of violet, and sapphire blue

You reached out gently for my hand
    and I began to understand -

The universe, in all its glory
    only a part of life’s long story

So much more will we behold
    sparkling new, of ancient old.

You deeply looked into my eyes
    visions - memories- other lives

of you and I, your hand in mine,
    in love, but running out of time…

When I met you, remembrance was there
    but this lifetime won’t be so fair -

It seems the work we have to do
    must come before love burns anew.

But… 
     I still see you in my dreams,
           on twilight walks…. by crystal streams…

Promises of timeless love,
     as sure as stars that shine above.


Come… 
     take a mystic walk with me,
             in spirit dreams our love is free -


For in this place of timeless time…

        I am yours…

               and you are mine.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008

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Forgiveness

Forgiveness
       by Amy Swanson   12/2008



I know that I'm not perfect
     make mistakes from time to time
but the largest err I've made was
      not forgiving you this time.


You're the one that always
      makes a smile out of my frown
Emotions, though, got in the way;
       I fear I've let you down.


I hid my heart so selfishly
       and distant, from your view
I could not bear to hurt again
        and so, stayed mad at you


I let myself forget the good
        and happy things we were
instead I've been so negative,
        our memories a blur.


I thought no longer you recalled
        the pleasance of our youth,
had traded years of loyalty
        with new and bitter truth,


But yesterday you smiled at me -
        I saw within your eyes
 A spark that was meant just for me,
        there would be no goodbyes


And then we laughed, you held my hand
         and gave my lips your kiss.
We talked about so many things,
         a long-due reminisce


I felt I'd found you once again
          my hero, my best friend;
Whatever this world throws at us,
          together, we'll transcend.


The life we share means more to me
           Than old misunderstandings
I won't subject our love, our trust,
            to childish meanderings.


Once you broke my heart,
         But also I've hurt you...
So please, forgive my foolishness;
         And I'll forgive yours too.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008

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Leo, an Astrology Acrostic

Leo, an Astrology Acrostic
    by Amy Swanson


Loyal friend who'll laugh with you, the sun rules their playful heart;
Engagingly eclectic, they'll give all they have; forgive them if they seem a little bossy. 
Outgoing with majestic charm, they'll walk with you until the very end.







*Inspired by Danielle White's astrology acrostic contest*  -- I had to get in on the fun! :)

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

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A Give-Me-Chocolate Footle

sublime...
   ~ all mine!





:)

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

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