Le Juin vingt et un |
Two hearts are warming;C'est le Juin vingt et un,Let's go walking this afternoon;
Under a sun going down.Cotton is blowing,Fish are jumping;Birds are singing,Bees are buzzing;
Under a sun go...
Posted by Karen Case on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 03:11:00 PST |
A Deep-Sworn Vow |
Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I...
Posted by Karen Case on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 03:34:00 PST |
Springtime in the Heartland |
A sun began it's warmingOn a stark December day;Opening my heart like a rose. sound of a sweet thing, heard a songbird sing; and it felt like...
Posted by Karen Case on Mon, 19 May 2008 10:48:00 PST |
Undercurrent |
My heart, in a whimsical undercurrent this day, began wishing he might call to say hi - or, nothing at all.Hey,these thoughts are futile - I know, and I have already been faced with the co...
Posted by Karen Case on Tue, 06 May 2008 10:30:00 PST |
Who really Loves You? |
There he goes again -weighing wrong and right;memories of herkeep him awake all night;he rode his heartdown a road to sin;he wants her to want him.In the morning hourhe calls her up;the walls com...
Posted by Karen Case on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:19:00 PST |
On a path in Shropshire |
The storm wind blowsand rose petals shakedownonto the forest floor
into vivid green blanketswhere a spellbound woman made of rocks
endures a cold dark slumber;waiting for true loveto meet her.
E...
Posted by Karen Case on Tue, 06 May 2008 09:11:00 PST |
Indecision |
Indicision is a petty thing,It gets in the way of a mind's clear eye -Sending half witted jibbers and prophecies Into merry go rounds of what ifs - and whys.Let us imagine it is perfectIn the world wh...
Posted by Karen Case on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:10:00 PST |
The Hoodoos of Love |
Look my love, she said - come see!There's a blue bird in my favorite tree!And this morning it is fresh with bloom -Can you smell the sweet perfume?No, he said - I am tired todayAll my senses hav...
Posted by Karen Case on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 10:48:00 PST |
Failure |
As some poor bird that thinks
Windows are made of air
Buffets the solid glass
In it's despair,
I thought what shone between us
Was film so light
A moth's wing would break it,
Or a gnat's bite.
...
Posted by Karen Case on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 06:57:00 PST |
Losing Track |
Long after you have swung backaway from meI think you are still with me:you come in close to the shoreon the tideand nudge me awake the waya boat adrift nudges the pier:am I a pierhalf-in half-out of ...
Posted by Karen Case on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 09:06:00 PST |
