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| Crimson orange the day was blackened scorched trees... all that stood was us~ time had to be kindred as long as we had each other to trust clinging to the moment as the sky turned to rust... leaving me alone no longer us... 1998 |
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| Each minute of life should be used for living, laughing and giving. When we reject the positive all that is left is the negative to dwell on... A crisis only becomes a crisis when our minds spin out of control and let the reaction become the action... Do what you feel should be done before you take precious time to encounter the situation. It�s unstable for our hearts torn, soiled black or pure we know what is right or wrong for that is when our minds take over our hearts and we become devastated and do not fulfill our dreams... 1-16-98 |
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| Like a kaleidoscope my memories are stained glass with brilliant colors, and as life turns, and twists... a challenge to shut some of the doors yet to remember the past, but return to the future the maze of unaproached time that we are to fill with mostly love and reflection of where we need to be and become fleeting moments that only in that frazzled second we understand....is as important as the next breath there are no answers to the philosopher�s studies as if they hold the only key to escape when no one listens when no one cares when life is a vision of haze and finally bright light... and angel wings beating... 9-14-98 |
| When I was young I dreamed of songs on butterflies wings... when I was a teenager I dreamed the prince would come... when I was an adult for the first year my white knight shined... in the middle of my life it was a fairytale with roses, children, looks and laughter In my next trilogy I have found terror, torment and my addictions, and love the love of my life now I'm almost forty and I am here to see life come full circle to see my grandchild life is good! |
| Tender moments that should be so important I have put away the few things left that were you because you see, I cannot seem to accept that no longer are you next to me. Sleep never comes just darkness then silence and the stillness that hangs on like the Spanish moss to the cypress trees just clinging... 9-14-98 |
| A gothic mist falls over my mind as if what I feel transcends time! I must have been walking in that mythical cloud of who I was and what I am for all of us live different lives in just one birth... I believe in magic fairies, fantasy and faults little people and stories of long ago fables and folklore found on every etched stone from the first to the finest I must have traveled this long, worrisome road for though I don't know why but deja vu this has been lived before... 5-15-98 |
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| All poetry written by Catherine Short Copyright � 2001-2 |
| Pages I write to myself to give myself and outlet of the doom and gloom of despair sometimes brings up the questions of why someone should care. As the metamorphosis of life leads us to a different stage and mine I believe is in the start of fall looking back over spring and summer makes me realize I had it all. I'm sure that there will be other loves in my life but not with the power, excitement and passion we shared... You were the moon to my stars the water to my air the sun to my life you've come and gone and for that I am truly richer... No one on earth can compare to you doing so is not fair for you have slipped into darkness and with that have taken most of my soul. I am like the wildest mare that when brought back to humanity has had my spirit broken and am now tame how sad for no one else will ever know all of who I was. As I stop and interrupt who I am now all I know is that the soft summer breeze will come and go just as freely as the doves return to their homes... Worshiping you has been to a fault And now those days are gone but you will always be where I belong~ 1-6-98 |
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| All poetry written by Catherine Short Copyright � 2001-2002 |
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| Updated 3/10/02 |
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| Cathi's Poetry Place is the proud recipient of this award! |
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