Dragonette's Land

Dragonette: Lady of a dragon?

Dragon: My husband, a wonderful man who puts up with my silly whims and craftsy projects and all the messes I leave behind. Like the dragon in the movie "Excalibur", my world pulses with his heartbeat.


Cat

When I am old and you are gone,
I'll get a cat.

He'll walk into the room, look at the piano,
Then at me.

Then he'll smell the guitar case 
and look up again.

Then he'll walk to the door and hold his face toward the knob
Praying to get out.

And I'll get up groaningly from my seat on the couch 
And let him go.

And hours after I look for him, his shadow will appear 
In the front window sill.

And I'll let him in and he'll climb into my lap and rub his cold damp fur 
On my hands.

And I'll forget that I worried.  I'll forget that he's cold and wet,
And I'll just think of you.


Ann L. Arnold
January 5, 2000
 

The Mandivilla Vine The Mandivilla vine I planted late last summer Took root and climbed the fence, Loving the hot afternoon rains and the hotter morning sun. But in the early fall a moth planted her young there They hatched and ate my vine, Fattening their bodies on the tender leaves and flowers. I sprayed the poor struggling plant Leaves sprouted and it survived, Drinking the last rays of November and all the hurricane rain. Winter froze the virgin leaves, Blackened, limp, and falling on dead grass. But now the vine has come to life from its very roots, Fresh shiny leaves and tendrils And I watered it today and it has found the fence. Ann Lindsay Arnold 5/2/97

…greatest of these… When the voices in the hall and the music in your head are just too loud, Remember this. There’s nothing more important than love. When the day is done, but the laundry’s piled high and you just can’t think And you need to cry, Think this. There’s nothing more important than love. When you know you’re right and you don’t want to fight and you know that You won’t win, There’s nothing more important than love. And years from now, when you look back and cry over all the days gone by, Return to this day. ‘Cause this day is all about love. Sunday, July 27, 2003

My original poetry is copyrighted and may not be reproduced without my permission.

© 1997 Ann L. Arnold [email protected]

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