It’s been a hard day for her. Attempts to distract with offers of hot coffee or a sweet treat do nothing to stay her overpowering desire to ‘go home’.
“No!” she declares, “It’s too hot for coffee, and my husband will be looking for me soon. I have to go home.”
After many minutes of soothing her with quiet words and promises affirming that her husband will be coming in soon to see her, she eventually begins to move into the dining room to sit down for lunch.
He's my man and I'm his wedded gal
He's more than a spouse, he's my pal
We got hitched and we're stayin' that way
By God's will and His will don't sway
(CHORUS)
He ain't afraid to let me wear his sweater
He ain't afraid to open up the door
He ain't afraid to promise for the better
He ain't afraid of bein' rich or poor
'Cause he's mine and I am his I know
He's the kind of man can take a blow
He ain't a brute nor a feminine guy
He'll be gentle when the storm rolls by
We're on the way to a rally to hear our freedom ring.
To protest for the truth my heart will joyfully sing.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
Now I will stand up, give my answer to the call,
And with God to hold me up by His grace I won't fall.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
Marriage is a blessing
Sent from God above.
Two hearts conversed
And the subject was love.
Leader and helpmeet
They will always be,
Singing together,
Living in harmony.
His breaths are copper leaves ripped from a cedar.
She hears the gale in his chest rattle the blinds.
Before the bed can roll over to smother them,
She heaves it off, hearing the storm slam into the window.
She tastes the salt in the downpour, feels
wetness speckle the backs of her hands.
“Abraham’s tree has its foot in the water”—
at this staticky song of the weather report,
she laces her boots with typha, lifts him
in one thin arm, and cradles him over miles of
sharp puddles. They slice at her soles, but she splashes
The endless deepness of the evening sky
Is filled with silent, burning orbs of light
Which everlasting, seem, to you and I,
And glimmer in their march across the night
Beside their king – the faceless, golden moon
Whose broken shape, in shards of dancing light
Is carried by the dark and wild sea
Which tosses spray, like sand, into the wind,
And swallows up the lights into the deep.
My brother is getting married in the spring, so sad. Weddings and growing up have been on my mind because of this! Thus, this little poem was born, hope you like it!
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The Brink of Forever
The time has been awaited
The earth has been prepared
The day
here
The once little girl has grown
The shyness of youth forgotten
The toys
Left
The once little boy has faded
The time of swords, capes gone
The simple
Behind
WONDERLAND
Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me.
When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college.
*YAY!! Apricotpie is still up and running! Thank you James. :) I apologize for being so far behind with both commenting and posting, but life has been busy. I'd like to say that I'll catch up with commenting and such soon, but I'm in the middle of doing NaNoWriMo right now (why I decided to do it this year, I have no idea), and it looks like life will simply just get busier from here on. Anyway, this is a poem I had to write for my creative writing class at my community college. The style is based on an ancient Chinese form of writing poetry.**
Forgive me, I have failed you