Annie Jane


Annie Jane Poems

1. Saigon Cinnamon 1/17/2012
2. Your Best Shot 1/17/2012
3. Walking With You 1/17/2012
4. Locket 1/17/2012
5. Early Birds 1/17/2012
6. Finding My Beginning 1/18/2012
7. Long And Short Of It 1/18/2012
8. Xvii 1/12/2012
9. Just Can'T Rest 1/12/2012
10. Unlearning All But You 1/18/2012
11. Awaiting A Greater Library 1/19/2012
12. We'Ll Tell 1/20/2012
13. Dusk Chorus 1/20/2012
14. Elementary 1/21/2012
15. Safe In The Knowledge 1/21/2012
16. Dew Decorate Me Ii 1/21/2012
17. When Two Hands Fit Like Ours Do 1/22/2012
18. Home Is Where 1/22/2012
19. Corners Folded, Pages Marked 1/22/2012
20. Favourite Contradiction 1/22/2012
21. Spaces Between 1/22/2012
22. Open The Ocean 1/28/2012
23. Better Religion 1/28/2012
24. Darling, Come With Me 1/28/2012
25. Fire With Fire 1/30/2012
26. Discovery 1/30/2012
27. My Colours Come From You 1/30/2012
28. Wishlist 2/1/2012
29. Dear Love, Deer Heart 2/2/2012
30. Under Sky Understanding 2/3/2012
31. Only Journey 2/7/2012
32. Owning Now 2/7/2012
33. Secret Sun 1/22/2012
34. Preview Of Perfection 1/22/2012
35. Dew Decorate Me Iii 1/22/2012
36. Words Fail Me 1/24/2012
37. Most Familiar Face 1/24/2012
38. More Secure 1/24/2012
39. Always, Almost, Here 2/11/2012
40. Runaway Day 2/11/2012

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The Tale Of Mr Sagittarius And Lady Libra

Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees,
Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease.
Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs,
Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.

His craftsmanship was beautiful, he carved with speed and skill,
She sensed his softer music even though he'd trained to kill.
Our Archer took an arrow, raised his bow and stilled his mind,
The arrow sailed, and punctured through the tree she hid behind.

So here he found our Lady, and was spellbound by her eyes,
As bright as ...

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Dew Decorate Me

I have the want but not the means
To cry, and so I let the trees
Well up for me, then shiver down
A thousand jewels for a tear soaked crown.

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