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Kristina Rogers Poem
Wanting to further glorify heaven
by reaching up to its lofty, great height,
the Romanesque arch was changed with leaven
in mind to further complete a great sight.
Taking away the strength of the curved arch
she could quickly cave under the pressure;
her nave losing form from having gone parch,
stones burying its cargo of treasure.
Finally the pointed arch came to life:
keystone replaced by rib and groin vaulting,
buttresses outside the nave side by side,
all safe inside, pressure at last halting.
The cathedral taller, bringing more light.
A reconfigured symbol of her might.
Copyright © Kristina Rogers | Year Posted 2009
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Kristina Rogers Poem
Playful purebred princess,
but puppy nonetheless,
she’s in constant need of attention
and thrives on loving affection.
Only six months old
she’s energetic and bold;
Curious as a toddler
thinking it’s all about her.
She’s fluffy and white
yet has a teething bite;
Always ready to play fetch
though still too hard to catch.
She terrorizes dogs that are bigger
and glides on the floor like a swiffer.
Her favorite toys all make a jingle
and oh how she loves to mingle!
She’s too smart for her own good,
but that’s easily understood:
Spoiled because of me…
that’s my little Sophie.
Copyright © Kristina Rogers | Year Posted 2009
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