Roann Mendriq Poems

The sky is Mother, sea is Child,
both forces to be reckoned with;
Sometimes calm yet sometimes wild,
True to natures ancient myth.
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Paper, Paper, I need paper,
to pen my thoughts down into ink;
Capricious thoughts that vanish, caper,
that tease me when I try to think...
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There's mischief in the air today!
The roguish wind is chasing leaves,
that dance away a sweet ballet,
under the shadows of the eaves.
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How softly falls the summer rain,
like petals on a breath of breeze;
Like joyful soft and sweet champagne,
that trickles on the thirsty trees.
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A long forgotten sweet refain
takes you back to days gone by;
A trip down memories' hazy lane,
that makes you laugh or softly cry.
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Long ago, when there were kisses,
before I changed from Miss to Mrs.

Just the thought of holding him...
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The hawk, with all its grace and might,
glides and floats up in the sky;
Superior in his lonely flight,
views his kingdom from on high.
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The sea sprite sings an ancient song
that haunts the waves that ride the sea;
The story of a love gone wrong,
Here is the tale it sang to me...
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The sky is but a canvas white
on which Angels draw their dreams;
Some days, a sun shines golden bright,
Some nights, a sleepy blue star gleams.
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This morning I woke up, with a shock and a start,
to the trembling of hands and pounding of heart;
What a terrible fright! Such a horrendous scare!
I had just had the worst, awful nightmare!
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