Not only is my Aunt Marty Gerlach the guest poet this week, but she also provided the photo above of the "fallen stars" in the pond by her house. Let's go ahead and present her poem, shall we? ENJOY!
The Night That the Stars Fell
It was one of those nights
Intense & sleepless.
A weird sense of magic
Pervaded its deepness.
I rose & walked softly
On rich tufted carpet.
I headed downstairs,
The sunroom my target.
Surrounded by glass
I gazed into the night,
Lighted only by the stars
& lacking moonlight.
I nestled my body
And propped up my head.
The stars were amazing
Above my snug bed?
But before very long
As my senses grew weary,
I surrendered my mind
To a sight that was eerie.
The stars that were once
High above in the sky
Seemed to be closer.
I didn’t know why.
I saw one shoot down
To the ice-covered pond.
Was I dreaming or did it
Flee its home beyond?
My eyelids still drooped
As I wrestled with sleep.
I wanted to watch the stars
Fly from their keep!
A light shower of stars
Fell before my wide eyes.
Can this really happen?
I drowsily surmise.
As quick as it started,
It ended abruptly.
And I went back to bed
To let sleep interrupt me.
I woke in the morning
And crept to the window.
I pulled back the curtain
Expecting a sun show.
But what greeted me?
A most surprising sight!
An echo of images
I’d seen in the night.
The pond ice revealed
What my dreaming had seen,
The fallen stars frozen
In the ice’s cold sheen!
I suppose that having a guest poet released some of the pressure that I feel of having to revise other poems or write new ones. Not only did I get another one of the "Morning Kiss" poems revised, but I also composed a new "three crow brothers" poem. This "morning kiss" sample is a bit spicy. I have warned you! ENJOY!
A Morning Kiss
(The Second Sample)
I woke from carnal dreams and wanted more.
I sniffed your pillowcase to catch your scent.
I saw your footprints smudged on the wood floor,
And swayed myself to follow where they went.
I crept into the bathroom where I waited
To glimpse your naked glory through the steam,
But you bathed longer than anticipated,
So I returned to bed and to my dream.
In this dream, I lolled in sensual bliss,
But I must have had a smile on my face,
For I was wakened with a rousing kiss.
This kiss, I swear, was far from slow and chaste,
For climax seemed the object of its haste.
And, finally, this Sunday morning...well, it has gotten to be afternoon...here is a three crow brothers poem. These are getting so easy to write that I could do hundreds of them. Maybe thousands! Are the worth the reading? I don't know. You would have to tell me that. I enjoy writing them.
A Truce on Account of the Weather
(The Three Crow Brothers)
I see them three crow brothers
Tip-toein’ through the grass.
They have a stray with them today.
He scatters as I pass.
The other three just look at me
As if they’ve turned out bold,
I think that it’s too hard to fly
In winds so stiff and cold.
I say,” We’ll call a truce today.”
They stare with coal black eyes
And promise that we’ll be fast friends
Unless one of us dies,
And then there are no guarantees
Of what a crow might do.
He’d likely pluck a lifeless eye
And maybe I would too.
Don't forget. You can now purchase Uncle Boog and the Dogfight at Amazon. Here is a picture of the cover.
It actually looks a lot bluer than that in person.
Later!
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