BEFORE DAYS' END 2013 Meg Devlin Irish
Before days' end,
before my feet chastise the stairs,
I will peek through curtain lace
and you will be there.
As sure as time has no end, I will wait!
There is naught but for us to transcend
this quenching of our souls' embrace!
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
AFTER THE MAMMOGRAM
AFTER THE MAMMOGRAM 2013 Meg Devlin Irish
Out of the stillness she weeps into the trough of life
as the barren land acquiesces to her fertile offering.
No longer sheltering the lingering dolor beneath her wings,
she knows she must rise to greet the dawn
as an exemplar of courage to those who know her,
as a radiant beam to those who love her.
Out of the stillness she weeps into the trough of life
as the barren land acquiesces to her fertile offering.
No longer sheltering the lingering dolor beneath her wings,
she knows she must rise to greet the dawn
as an exemplar of courage to those who know her,
as a radiant beam to those who love her.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
EARLY MORNING
EARLY MORNING 2013 Meg Devlin Irish
Oh, early morning, let me see you one more time
with your sweet song of sunrise misting my eyes,
the chip chirping and tapping echoing from trees,
my dew dampened feet dancing and honeysuckle breeze
ever changing my thoughts to kindlier deeds.
Make haste on me sunrise, times drawing down
the glow from my cheeks and my aging silk gown!
Oh, early morning, let me see you one more time
with your sweet song of sunrise misting my eyes,
the chip chirping and tapping echoing from trees,
my dew dampened feet dancing and honeysuckle breeze
ever changing my thoughts to kindlier deeds.
Make haste on me sunrise, times drawing down
the glow from my cheeks and my aging silk gown!
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