Poetic Expression: March 2009

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sonnet III

Sonnet III

As sun sets on the beauty of this day,
In hope that it has not been all for nought,
The complexity of that for which I pray,
It’s truth lie in the lifetime blessing sought.

With beauty, love and dreams we have been blessed.
A moment not too soon I felt your heart,
This has me needing more than your caress,
Two souls as one we’ve made a gentle start.

As softly colours blend and crimson, green;
Violet, blue and yellow flood the sky,
Although I’d love to share this wondrous scene,
I raise my eyes and watch you wave goodbye.

And how my gentle heart was soon dismayed,
Oh, I most sadly wish that you had stayed!

-Michele Cameron Drew

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Celestial Dream

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Celestial Dream

Celestial bodies shine up high,
As we ride beneath the midnight sky.
A Heavenly light to brighten our way,
As we travel beyond yesterday.

Perhaps it’s just an angel’s love,
One more chance from up above,
To ride beneath the stars together,
To be free as one forever.

Maybe we share,
More than we could have believed,
In our past hopes and dreams.
And baby we’re there,
Alone beneath the moonlit sky,
Making love as one on high,
In my celestial dream.

Down the long road through the night,
The past is dim, the future bright.
An angel in the stars above,
Is how I feel wrapped in your love.

All we seek is what we find,
As we open up our hearts and minds,
Silvershine on passionate fire,
Celestial blessings take us higher.

Maybe we share,
More than we could have believed,
In our past hopes and dreams.
An unanswered prayer,
Alone beneath the moonlit sky,
Making love as one on high,
In my celestial dream.

-Michele Cameron Drew

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Sonnet V

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Sonnet V

I’ve been afraid of sonnets for so long.
A poet I can never truly claim,
Myself to be. The rhythm is just wrong.
Dear goodness! I am totally ashamed.

Odes, ballads, sextets, free verse and haiku,
Have never been a challenge for my pen;
But when I read a sonnet proper, true,
Escape from rhythm taunts me, once again.

How am I to write a proper sonnet,
If I can’t hear the rhythm in my head?
Imag’ry with frills and lace upon it,
Keeps haunting me, but still the meter’s dead.

Lord, help me find some way I can control,
This sonnephobya torturing my soul.