I'd like to share with you some poetry . She calls it free-style... I don't know about that but I do know its good reading and worth sharing. I'll throw a couple up at a time and change them out on a weekly basis. Enjoy...
Of You - America's Soldier
Of You - My Child
Just as the sun peaks above the horizon
my thoughts carry me to another place
For my eyes have yet to open
as my heart begins to paint
the curves of your face
With each breath of life spilling out
sheer anxiety into my mothering thoughts
I bathe myself in hope and prayer
to cleanse away my fears
For amidst dark shadows in my mind
lies my faith of so many years
For in a mother's soul
lives a love no other shall know
So with silence around me I listen
as angels guide my heart,
enriching me with warmth
Through miles of dry land, across open seas
they carry me
As my lips without moving whisper your name
to dust you once again with my eternal love,
falling to rest in the bosom of your chest
In this spell binding moment
I know God has felt my pain
The sun now fully shinning across my memories portrait
of a child I once cradled in my arms
Now lies cradled in my heart
As each night with prayer my candle I light,
to guide, to protect as angels lie in watch
Of you - America's soldier
Of you - my child
2/8/03 By: Lynn Martindale
The Two Of Us
both of us
lie in silence,
i can feel warmth from your body
as it presses gently to the coldness of mine
i know you must feel my heart
as it is pounding so hard
to the warmth of your breath
as it
falls so softly upon my neck
your stillness, cutting my every inch
as seconds seem like hours
this, i think, could be
my darkest hour
til
the unexpected moment
of your touch
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To The Angels, She Did Cry
In the darkness of her room -
she stares out her window to gaze upon the moon
Upon her chest, her hand she did lay
and to the angels, she did cry,
can you too, feel my broken heart,
can you see into the window of my soul
Can you too, see the pleading for his love in my eyes
And all the while -
tears of how she needed him did flow
Ever so steadily,
their streams traced the warmth of her cheeks
Falling to rest -
upon the softness of her lips
Again, to the angels, she did cry
can you too, taste my pain
And then to God in heaven, she did pray -
If his will to love me has gone,
could you please release me -
could you please lead me home
Her hand from her chest she did not move
Her eyes again, shifted to gaze upon the moon,
while in her heart, softness fell
and in the wisper of her breath -
she called his name
While there in darkness,
with the moon outside her window-
she did lay
12/30/ 03 By: Lynn Martindale
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Echoes Of Spring
Echoes of spring -
Stirring graciously atop dandelions
Bringing promises of lilac
to surrender its scent outside my door
I can no longer feel - nor define reality
As false hope claims every corner of my mind
And before too long -
I'm sure to fade through the cracks of time
And as the rising of the sun delivers a new day
My life's pages will have been erased
My face once seen beneath moon struck skies
Shall cast a faint shadow upon your eyes
as you gaze into a warm summers night
My breath shall be
that warming breeze brushing your cheek
My lips shall smother the taste of your cold beer
For I shall tip toe ever so softly
through the walls of your mind
And as your night nears the end
you will have my scent upon your skin
You will have felt my love again
Like echoes of spring
4/20/03 By: Lynn Martindale
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An Evening Drive
In the early evening hours
As the sun leans down to kiss the earth
You can see natures hues begin to change
as it spills with richness
Upon the soft meadow's grass
Spread out with magnificent beauty
As if laid upon a painted tapestry
Illustrated by brilliant strokes of an artist
You are drawn to its depth - its true simplicity
As dark green sways -
Gently caressed by a breeze - on a warm spring day
A perfect picture of nature's re-birth
As on the meadows top
Each tree stands proud and graceful
As the sun dances through each new leaf
Their years of history casting shadows upon the ground
Where thousands of on-lookers have roamed -
While little country roads always leading somewhere -
Sweep us into peaceful surroundings
Breathing in the spring -
Enjoying our time
I sat by your side -
While you drove
5/7/02 By: Lynn Martindale
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