The Life she Led

From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .


she probably had a boy who loved her, once upon a time
they may have held hands on the walk to school
or kissed under the fiery light of sunsets
i imagine that her lips were waiting many years to be kissed
the way they were meant to be kissed
and that her body ached to be held and loved by that boy
she was ordinary in the most extraordinary way
and would often be found writing fragments of verses
in book margins or envelopes even once on a sugar packet
she dreamed about songs and how words could be
woven into the strands of her hair, secrets for only his eyes
and she learned to wait and to be patient, drenching herself
in prayers and hopes and see the world with the sweetness
of lavender sachets hidden away in the deepest part of her heart

ceg 11.12.11


Winter’s Bidding

From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .



how long has it been
since i, fair sunk in grief,
felt your hand in mine
or touched your tender lips
with mine and
now i,
buried here in frozen time,
mourn every smile
that gave me life
winter’s sleep wraps
her icy arms around me
bidding me to

ceg 12.10.11

Hiraeth (a collection of lunes*)


it is a word full
of meaning
and of memory

the time of day when
lights come on
mothers calling out

lightning bugs begin
their glowing
dance of attraction

patio candles
come to life
flickering shadows

cricket song rises
sweet chorus
as purple darkens

snatches of laughter
drifting low
through open windows

some call it twilight
others dusk
perhaps the gloaming

it is the essence
of childhood
captured in a word

ceg 7.17.15

*thirteen syllables are arranged in 5/3/5 format