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Catherine Ellaine Poem
Stirring in its skyward station a storm bows
its heavy head. How lowly it hangs its grey
eyes. calm and cool it comes combing over lives.
Thought, torn free in torrents of flashing light. Forced
a voice booms, bringing blustery breath as it
moans. In its passive might, it reaches my door.
Out in this obstacle overhead, I soon
collapse. Confronting this conundrum of
emotion - a smile emerges, enchanted.
Here, below hardship, beguiled to hurt, pretend
oh how I pretend. Painted smile, purchased guise
reflecting rapture despite the roar within.
A walk, wet tresses, in the weeping water.
Falling free from fountains of sky. No one knows
as I stride with smile, rain streams among tears.
For there are fools that feel that they are wise.
And gowned in gaudy grin, I lie through sadness.
Walking in this storm, rain hides the tears I cry.
Copyright © Catherine Ellaine | Year Posted 2007
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Catherine Ellaine Poem
Alas within me something stirs and proves
its worth. And once in form that I doth please,
from mind, I mouthe, spread word towards wind. it moves,
this living thought I cast upon the breeze.
My thought flow ends licking my pensive shores.
Though content changed and meaning torn, I await
your response - flaming words that will consume
my view, branding yours, blazing renewal.
This steam haze rising with our thought, a height
once beyond my reach. We share this learning
as the cloud grows. Wade cautiously into
my depths; unscathed I'll brave your embered soul.
My words now flashing waves of sparks, while yours
flicker to an ebb and flow. The thick mist
that once deemed blindness, mediated our
exchange - persuaded in our persuasion.
Copyright © Catherine Ellaine | Year Posted 2007
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