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Poem I read today, written by a good friend, Rebecca Darlow:
"Elements"
My solid ground beneath your feet
My hair is swaying shafts of wheat
My eyes an ocean soft and blue
still beckoning to love with you
My sighs break on the sandy shores
recalling peace and troubled wars
times of sadness, times of pain
whirling 'round as if in vain
All of nature is my mother
embracing me as though a lover
conceived with time who is my father
I wonder why they thought to bother
groaning, creaking endless age
consumed with wrath and stormy rage
my mouth bursts open erupting bile
revealing my cavernous smile
My laughter shakes the land with mirth
in times of death and times of birth
I give you purpose, I give you worth
I am earth
Softly 'round your skin I flow
giving life as in I go
In and out, keeping time
sipping me as though fine wine
Holding me as I hold you
always there yet out of view
You are so in need of me
I give you life, longevity
I am free and I am wild
tornadoes forming when I'm riled
silent, calm and softly still
the lack of me can quickly kill
taste of me and find me sweet
more of me you do entreat
whispering mysteries in your ear
how you love me, don't you dear
and yet you rarely think of me
although you will inevitably
Stroking fingers through your hair
I am air
Licking, crackling, twisting, turning
all the while I keep on burning
orange, red, violet, blue
softly dance to mesmerize you
I the master, you the servant
red hot longing ever fervent
cunning, watchful, all consuming
angry, vicious, wrathful, fuming
molten lava, scorching heat
pyromania's deadly feat
ring my coming with a bell
Prince of darkness, I am hell
I am passion, I am yearning
I am all your senses churning
spewing forth I am eruption
I the source of such corruption
accosting you with sultry lips
dripping from your fingertips
I course through you with desire
I am fire
Twelve days after your conception
within me your incubation
frozen, running, stagnant, steam
I am ocean, lake and stream
I am raindrop, I am wave
esteeming no one, rich or slave
all of life before me cower
dissolving all within my power
I dance with wind, with lightening, thunder
gaze at me in silent wonder
I am the sea, the mist, the dew
I make up so much of you
I am the tear within your eye
drown in depths of tears I cry
without me you cease to be
to all of life I am the key
father, mother, sister brother
I give life to son and daughter
I am water
She says she is not a poet. I beg to differ. I think the truth is more that she doesn't often sit still long enough to feel the inspiration, because you have to have "the gift" to be able to write with rhythm and rhyme THIS perfect. Bec, I think you need to write more!
"Elements"
My solid ground beneath your feet
My hair is swaying shafts of wheat
My eyes an ocean soft and blue
still beckoning to love with you
My sighs break on the sandy shores
recalling peace and troubled wars
times of sadness, times of pain
whirling 'round as if in vain
All of nature is my mother
embracing me as though a lover
conceived with time who is my father
I wonder why they thought to bother
groaning, creaking endless age
consumed with wrath and stormy rage
my mouth bursts open erupting bile
revealing my cavernous smile
My laughter shakes the land with mirth
in times of death and times of birth
I give you purpose, I give you worth
I am earth
Softly 'round your skin I flow
giving life as in I go
In and out, keeping time
sipping me as though fine wine
Holding me as I hold you
always there yet out of view
You are so in need of me
I give you life, longevity
I am free and I am wild
tornadoes forming when I'm riled
silent, calm and softly still
the lack of me can quickly kill
taste of me and find me sweet
more of me you do entreat
whispering mysteries in your ear
how you love me, don't you dear
and yet you rarely think of me
although you will inevitably
Stroking fingers through your hair
I am air
Licking, crackling, twisting, turning
all the while I keep on burning
orange, red, violet, blue
softly dance to mesmerize you
I the master, you the servant
red hot longing ever fervent
cunning, watchful, all consuming
angry, vicious, wrathful, fuming
molten lava, scorching heat
pyromania's deadly feat
ring my coming with a bell
Prince of darkness, I am hell
I am passion, I am yearning
I am all your senses churning
spewing forth I am eruption
I the source of such corruption
accosting you with sultry lips
dripping from your fingertips
I course through you with desire
I am fire
Twelve days after your conception
within me your incubation
frozen, running, stagnant, steam
I am ocean, lake and stream
I am raindrop, I am wave
esteeming no one, rich or slave
all of life before me cower
dissolving all within my power
I dance with wind, with lightening, thunder
gaze at me in silent wonder
I am the sea, the mist, the dew
I make up so much of you
I am the tear within your eye
drown in depths of tears I cry
without me you cease to be
to all of life I am the key
father, mother, sister brother
I give life to son and daughter
I am water
She says she is not a poet. I beg to differ. I think the truth is more that she doesn't often sit still long enough to feel the inspiration, because you have to have "the gift" to be able to write with rhythm and rhyme THIS perfect. Bec, I think you need to write more!