a poetical response to joan of arcadia :)

What we spent
Was wasted--never.
What we lost--
Was gold.
Moving forward,
Feeling nowhere,
Flaming rage--
And cold.
Cold because
I'm cultivating
Icy, frozen smiles.
Rage because a
Passion-killing
Takes a painful while...

Just long enough to melt the ice,
Make way to be renewed.
A balancing, a mellowing,
A hope--true Love is true.

A silly sea poem

i've got a new diseases: Potter's Lung. aka, my throat's been hurting ever since pottery class on monday. may actually be sickness and not just dry dustiness...hopefully not. :(

anyway, here's a goofy rhymey poem:

Charted waters hide their beasts
As well as seas unseen--
The terrors twenty thousand deep
Are the same from green to green.

And hurricanes are comin', come,
To blow your boat of-course:
You mapped with all the might you have--
But it fled at Triton's force.

You know just where you want to go,
And how to read the sky,
But travel long enough, and you'll
Be-wildered by and by.

Widget and Gadget

Greetings! it is a rainy fall afternoon here! came home from work and immediately sat down with a nice hot cup of ovaltine...followed immediately by a hot cup of mint tea :) and a couple no-bakes. yay!!
so, pictures 1 and 2 relate to the poem following. pictures 3 and 4 are more wrecky cakes from our friendly neighborhood grocery store (someday i'll quit being lazy and actually send them to cakewrecks, where you will be able to view them with clever captions, etc. but for now, here they are, unadorned :) and picture 5 is me with a zucchini baby! didn't grow this personally :( not by a long shot, but a friend of daniel's did and we were the lucky recipients! double yay!
a poem, about just about giving up on ever finding the right love for you (oh, and may i just say that in The Night Circus, there are twins nicknamed Poppet and Widget, which is just wonderful:) :

A winsome widget puzzled over this:
If I'm unique, who can I hope to kiss?
Impractically scatter-brained but sweet
Could cancel out. But there's no one to meet!
I may as well be locked up in a tower,
Growing grayer, lonelier, tear-free and sour.
Bring on the dragons! There's no prince for me
However guarded, or however free.
But as Widget whiled away her time in groans,
A gallant Gadget heard her mournful tones
And, coming closer, fell so quick in love
His first words were, "Hello! My turtledove!"
And Widget, overwhelmed with gratitude,
O'er looked his hasty fall--for she fell, too.

Finished Unfinished Sonnet

good late-evening (and 5 minutes before i am in bed, ready for sweet sleep, yay!)

so i thought i'd written a sonnet earlier, but cheated it out of four lines (messy handwriting, whoops)...making it a...Sonnetette? it's about seasons of depression, sorrow, etc.

Uncovering the rhythmic undertow
The seasons change again--and this you know--
But deeper down, beneath the drying leaves,
Unfolding hibernations, hidden griefs
That surface--though remaining unperceived--
In disappearing acts and taking-leave,
No reason given, vanished like a thief--
These times of solitude distrust relief.

I've sensed eternal winter (rarely spring)
Yet, after all, found life where death had been.