jane solanrobertson Poems
|41.||Child Of God||1/30/2008|
|42.||Rooms In My Mind||1/31/2008|
|43.||A Fool's Game||1/31/2008|
|45.||I Saw You||2/11/2008|
|47.||Dinosaurs In The Breadbin||2/13/2008|
|48.||In Tarmac Forever||2/4/2008|
|50.||The Literary Curse||1/31/2008|
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The Literary Curse
My head is full of 'something',
I wonder if I'll burst-
I get the weidest feeling
That somehow I've been cursed.
I feel it brimming over
Into ever-increasing surges
And know I must make sense of
These strange creative urges.
They ooze out onto paper
To relieve a frantic mind,
So many thoughts deciphered
Into words I have to find.
Outbreak turns to outlet
And a gradual release
Of emotions somehow channelled
Into a literary piece.
The tremors are subsiding
I'm in remission, I know it
From this sickness, the price I pay
For being born A ...
The Smile Of Summer
The first young breath of Summer
Is all it takes
And I'm falling through the years.
Fragments of a life
That left their mark on a weary face
Are condensed into nothing.
Our bodies are entwined in the tickling grass,
And the brilliance of the dancing churchyard sun