Valleys
May be you see my life
Across miles and years
The gentle rolling hills and valleys
Verdant earth that ebbs
And flows
Summer grass cool beneath
Wearied feet
Lazy sunsets slip soft and smoky
Rest for another day
Quiet against my breast
Breath measured
I treasure you
Sheltered in my embrace
Is this your love
Blinded to the rifts
The ragged cliffs
Barren and ravaged
Weathered scars
Torrential rains and landslide chaos
Define me
Canyons so deep
Light never descends
Do you find beauty
In my weathered soul
The rush of ascent
As you fly from this valley
Pinnacle bound
and breathless
Love is rarified air
I am your oasis
In the shifting sands
Drifting dunes and valleys
I shimmer in your love
Your mirage
A vision of shelter
Beautiful
Forever....
TL Boehm
051308
So I've been a bit constipated - forgive me for the crispy little bit of poetic excrement thusly posted above. Had to purge sometime, right?
Thought I was coming up outta my own personal 'valley' this weekend but NOOOO! Started sneezing my happy fanny off on Friday night - spent Saturday, Sunday and Monday increasing Kleenex's profit margin - not only is it humbling that the bladder cannot handle a bout of horkin' but it also cannot maintain during multiple sneezing...sigh. Got about four hours of sleep Friday, Saturday and Sunday night because my nose thought it was a Mr Coffee and went on auto drip...(blech!) There are worse things a girl can do than slobber on her pillow....sigh. And there was that whole achy fevery thing too...that motrin won't cut.
But its only a delay - right? Today - although my nose looks like grade a ground round and I feel like a big tenderized cutlet - its better. I squeezed out a poem. Nothing hurts so bad I can't think, and nothing is voluntarily eepin' out. Maybe I can get back to actually writing....um...yeah.
Peace.
(thank you Joyce - for the poetic fiber....giggles)