Yes,
She was right
There was
A certain air;
A slight yet thrilling satisfaction
At winning those little battles.
[confidence, my friend
can be learned;
in a way that beauty
can’t.]
Yes,
She was right
Here there is peace;
And I shall give back
Something
Every day.
Tend to what she’s planted.
Keep her promises and
Earn what she’s been given.
[introspection, baby
is my new best friend]
So gathering those sea shells
And forming the rhymes of spells
And charms;
Fashioned from my loving heart,
We listened to the singing sea
And watched the flowers blossom.
“I will take pleasure
in the simple things”
said she,
staring back from my mirror.
[every time, darling
I win a little battle;
we go back to war
Better armed.]
~ 20th April 2008
Author notes
I'm finding my feet on new ground, and this poems about spring supporting a woman as she grows and changes.
I tried to find a nice nature contest to enter this in, but everyone's obsessed with negative emotions these days it seems.
This is in celebration of 48th moon as a Pagan.
Honest feedback appreciated.
Comments
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Beautiful
It is time for a new beginning. Change is in the air.
Blessed be,
LeFay
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i forgot to say that i really like it
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you can talk, i remember when you only wrote death and destruction! i love this. it makes me think of roses, but that could just be the background......
the last verse sounds like its about an argumnent, which slightly confuses me.... but yeah i like the ejembement. Ooh Long word!!!!!
xx
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nice flow. well written :]
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