In love with my husband

I just found this poem that I wrote when I first told Zach I loved him. It was in the middle of September, not long after we started dating! It's sweet remembering those brand new feelings. I never gave it a title, but it feels too late to add to it now.

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Today I told him

that I love him.

It was like finally telling

the truth.

He banished all worries of

my youth.

I have been freed now

that I love him.

Oh, I love him.

And the air between us

grows thin.

We brush it aside as the room starts

to spin.

I am crystal now

that I love him.

Summer Hike

Images glance across 60,000 lenses of the dragonfly,
three hundred and sixty degrees of life flooding his brain;
speed is his native mother.
Two solid humans, slow as stone,
are a temporary blockade along the summer path:
he is the first of the season.

Four booted feet grind the solitary face of the hillside,
his earthy walls settling with a grumble in their wake;
centuries have composed his profile.
These hikers, fluttering like insects around his ears,
are just two more witnesses to his ageless wisdom:
he is always the last one standing.

Thousands of thoughts break from the two companions,
a valley of possibilities springing from the summit ahead;
human life is so linear.
This moment, hanging like a star on Orion's belt,
proves that time is subject to the beating of hearts:
they are the meridian of a lifetime.


**Okay, I post these for two reasons: 1) to share my thoughts and 2) for help in accomplishing the goals of my individual writing pieces.

SO. If you could let me know what you got out of this poem, that would be wonderful. For example:

"I didn't understand what the point of stanza #__ was. When you said _____________, did you mean ___________? I don't get it, is it day or night?" Et cetera.

Thank you!
-Stacy

Old poems made new

Prayer
Make of me what you will:
A vessel, Lord, of thine to fill;
'Wheat and tares together sown,'
Unto joy or sorrow grown.
Justice and mercy together entwined;
Form me a cord, to strengthen and bind
'like son to sire', my heart to thine.
Desire and will: one type, one mind.



Unblinded
There were years of youth
where folly reigned and selfish pride was king
of wasted days and hollow nights;
Where misery was truth.

There was a minute
when, weathered, I felt captainless and weak
beyond God’s love; when suddenly
I felt myself wrapped in it.

I heard a vow,
transcendent like the shining sunlit night
A harmony there in my ears:
‘Take up the fielding plough.’




Love on Ice
If I told the story of love through my paint
I would brush-stroke you blue;
Wistful, like the world was new, with
Fire in your eyes.

“I swear by the flowers that I haven’t sent
I would take you to me.”
I knew all along it would always be
fire first, then ice.

Limericks!

So today I've been having a lot of fun with a "Creative Response" I have to do for one of my Brit Lit projects. Here it is so far!

There once was a science professor
whose students tried hard to impress her.
The tests were verbatim
So she chose to just fail 'em.
They're now pleased to meet her successor.

There once was a woman named Paris
who was famous for being an heiress.
She had enough dough
to make her own show,
but nobody watched, in all fairness.

I happen to know an old miser
who hired a fiscal advisor.
The man was sure nice
but charged double price,
and the miser was never the wiser!

A short single woman named Jan
decided she wanted a man.
She made up her mind,
but who did she find?
Her good old Uncle Sam!

A villanelle

This is a poem called Celebrate Knowing. Some of you may notice the LDS undertones. It was written with the process of repentence in mind.

For your information, the American Heritage Dictionary (online) says that a villanelle is: "A 19-line poem of fixed form consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain."