Poetic Expression

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sonnet XIX

Sonnet XIX

	My lover's kiss was like a million stars, Across the jaded purple velvet night, And then the starlight falling from his eyes, Reflected on this halo burning bright. His angel, strong and beautiful, was I, Who saved him from himself one fateful night, And left behind with him my tender heart, Along beside a tear at morning light. Passed twenty years, my calling once again, Return me to the depths from whence I came; The needs there of a solitary friend, Upon who's heart I once had staked my claim. Oh, how can I but send to him my love? His angel from the Heavens up above. —Michele Cameron Drew
Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Reconnection

Reconnection

Tenderness so long ago
Hanging about mind's edge
Taunting, teasing
Playful moments of youth

Reconnection overwhelms
Touching surface of heart
With evocative dreams
Torturing soul

Warm light emanating
From this memory
This dream of old
Expectations limitless
Falling to abyss
Of emotion

Confusion building
From this depth
Hearts withdraw
In fear that old wounds open

Friendship, reflection
Their greatest desire
And should it be
The will of Him
Someday
Maybe more

—Michele Cameron Drew

Friday, May 29, 2009

Where I Belong

Where I Belong

Closing my eyes
My mind wanders
Drifting off
In daydreams of azure
I see reflections
Of myself— swimming
In the deep oceans
That are your eyes

Soon my love
I'll be drowning
And should I perish
Then so be it
Let the world go on
Without me
Because this—
Is where I belong

—Michele Cameron Drew

Monday, May 25, 2009

In darkness awakening,
First glimpse of snow white,
Brought beauty of wonderment,
Like shimmering diamonds,
'neath new morning’s light.

A frozen paradise waited.
Oblivious to the chill,
Warm mittens and overcoats,
We rushed to the sled race,
Atop Starbird Hill.

We flew down this mountain,
Blustery wind to frozen face,
On a sheet of ice and snow.
Oh, what fun we had then,
In our Starbird race.

And as the day closed,
Its beauty wouldn’t subside.
Sleepy heads in reverence,
Thinking of day’s events,
We gently closed our eyes.

In darkness awakening,
First glimpse of snow white,
Brought beauty of wonderment,
Like shimmering diamonds,
'neath new morning’s light.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Read my article on the Blizzard of '78 here.

Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Way it Makes Me Feel

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When your eyes looked at mine,
You could see into my soul.
And I was fascinated by,
The depth of your perception.

Then a smile crossed your lips,
Like sunshine through the morning mist.
And though I don't know why,
I felt such a strong connection.

Across a crowded room,
I heard the wheels of your mind,
In synchronicity with mine,
As one together marking time.

If for only just a moment,
Look to me again and smile,
So I can look into your eyes,
And remember for all time,
The way it makes me feel.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Poet

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The poet thinks in cryptic patterns
But mostly he observes
Absorbing his surroundings
To mind—
His heart
A rhythmic extension
Of his soul

Words
Images
Thoughts
Dreams
Beliefs
Emotion
Entwined within his verse

He creates a thing of beauty
A thing we know
As Poetry

—Michele Cameron Drew

Friday, May 15, 2009

Sonnet XVIII

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There is a little church beside a field.
I happ'd to pass it by just yesterday.
It truly made me wish this summer's yield.
Would bring me there before you face to face.

The colours in the sky were graceful soft.
In hues of salmon, lavendar and blue.
My head right here, but my heart was aloft.
The only thing 'twas missing there was you.

I wish that we could walk there every day.
We'd talk about today and long ago,
And holding hands we'd joke along the way,
Then laugh until our cheeks were all aglow.

I hope that we can find a moment soon,
To visit there one lovely afternoon.

—Michele Cameron Drew