Blue like hope
they rescue me.
Artesian wells of grace
drawing me into new life.
Ellipses arching
meeting
softly curving
into a symphony of autumnal hues,
calling me home with a sunlit stare.
Through shadows come color
broken onto the ground in
a pattern of prayer.
On bended knee
I'm called to worship.
Look to the South
and tell me with
cathedral eyes.
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- stewbie2
- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
3 comments:
VERY nice. Very.
Whoa! The best I ever did was a limeric in high school - you mght have heard it?
Seriously, that "rough draft" was impressive.
I have so missed you guys, Cowboy and Mike!
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