Thursday

Sappy Love Poem Contest---Day 2

Congratulations to Angie the day 1 winner. Your name is in the drawing for a very cool pair of earrings.

Okay, Angie---you've made this challenging. I stuck with your 10 10 6 meter so far....so now the challenge is write the last line---10 meters.

The contest is open.........

Come and play to get your name in the drawing with Angie....

Let's review the first stanza so you can get a feel.

I remember the night that we first met,
the gaze in your eyes, I'll never forget.
Warm and bright, deep and wild,
The entire world spun within your smile.

The cool breeze blew making the night turn cold,
But the love I was feeling burned my soul.
Like a fire in the night
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Oh, yes. You can have fun with this one.
Thanks again for playing.

4 comments:

j_bv said...

To keep me warm all the days of my life

Belinda said...

Jill,

You are the winner!!! Yeah..Your name goes in the drawing.

Angela Breidenbach said...

Oh Yay! I need new earring! I hope your hubby picks me again:-D
Angie

Poetry said...

4 June 2007



After the storm, my mind cleared.


And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.







running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...

sand through your eyes.













5 June 2007




Calm as baby's breath


as peaceful as the storm's eye


Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds


a warm and windy tropical day.










7 June 2007


Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.


Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.


A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.


And Thunder like God clearing his throat.










8 June 2007




Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.


a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.


bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.












9 June 2007



Tickled her fancy.


giggling all the day long.


pretty good for a Saturday.


Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.



She smiled big--grinned really.









12 JUne 2007


A silver sky

ripe for the mirror.

you can not see yourself in this mirror

you can only see others

moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose.

Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos.




Birds skimming low over the water could

like as not

see them selves if they were to look down

as they skim low over the water

but they never do.

Rather they allow their reflections to chase them

quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters

while the bird's mind remains ever fixed on

food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans.










A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze.

















13 JUne 2007



Like angry bee's eyes

the metal screen seen through the bamboo blinds.



A million insects dot the lake spreading micro ripples








14 June 2007



Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.


Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.


The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.





The first water birds head out for the far shore.