Poetry Corner, Revisited

First posted on April 17, 2007, this piece reveals in verse what I couldn't bring myself to express verbally at the time. I hid behind metaphors for fear that the possibilities I glimpsed on the horizon would simply vanish. There is overriding emotional turmoil and an impatience for my life to begin--but there's also a hint of unexpected joy. Soon (54 days), the source of this joy will become my husband. All my love, MT.

Vantage Point
by Angela C

when the hillside
so long sought
then rises under
foot, its
petals cradling
soles and soul
in welcome

tell me,
what then?

great Someday,
you evade me
stretching on
and painting
the next horizon
an alluring
shade of
possibility

i dare
press beyond

Clarity, you're within my reach
Simplicity, you regard me from a distance

anonymity and
emptiness
have become the
white noise
by which i sleep,
their comfort
baseless and
incomplete

but somewhere
beyond this
valley of shadows,
a far off melody,
mesmeric
familiar,
stirs my soul
unexpectedly
to dance

Naughtiness of the Week

Ah, Dublin Mudslide,
please tempt me again!
With Irish Cream sweetness
and chocolate chip heaven.

You jump on your shelf
as I pass by your case.
If I do take you home,
you'll not go to waste.

I'll freeze you and thaw you
and take you with me
to spoon with you, dear,
in bed happily!

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All The Grey Stars
by Angela C

Go carefully soldier,
Stones cast themselves upward
at the rising moon...

Chords on the wind,
Trumpets in the trees,
Set aside your steely crown

and bury me now.
Forget my satin tongue
and all your praises it spun.

Will you find your voice,
Will you reach that peak
and taste the clouds alone?

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Parting
by Angela C

Red moon rises,
bleeding low
in firelight
and candle glow.

'Neath its glare
I glimpse ahead,
the smoldering glow
of a flower bed.

Fascination
overtakes me.
Curiousity
again forsakes me.

Setting foot
inside the gate,
heartbeat quickens,
breath abates.

By rose's grasp
my heart is torn,
spun within
its rusty thorns.

Leave this place,
release my hand,
trapped as a bottle
on the sand.

Cruel moonlight
fades to black.

I'm sorry,

I'll not be
coming back.

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Vantage Point
by Angela C

when the hillside
so long sought
then rises under
foot, its
petals cradling
soles and soul
in welcome

tell me,
what then?

great Someday,
you evade me
stretching on
and painting
the next horizon
an alluring
shade of
possibility

i dare
press beyond

Clarity, you're within my reach
Simplicity, you regard me from a distance

anonymity and
emptiness
have become the
white noise
by which i sleep,
their comfort
baseless and
incomplete

but somewhere
beyond this
valley of shadows,
a far off melody,
mesmeric
familiar,
stirs my soul
unexpectedly
to dance