September 20th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- In the half-light of morning
- She struggles to lift the curtain
- Of Darkness from her eyes
- Daylight disguised by pillow of clouds
- That beckon her to sleep
- In hot liquid dreams
- That shimmer with heat.
- Tossed by waves of passion
- And embraced by lusty current
- She spirals down the whirlpool of life.
- Strong arms pull her safely to shore
- Caressed and aroused she awakens
- To the island of You.
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September 19th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- My pencil fell into the road,
- Full of the words I thought I’d write,
- Wood splintered and crushed,
- Graphite became dust
- When traffic ignored its plight.
- As the pencil was pummeled,
- The eraser from fitting was thrown
- And laid in the gutter
- Away from the clutter,
- Beginning a life of its own.
- So if it seems I am speechless,
- As if I had nothing important to say,
- I’d write if I could,
- But the prospects aren’t good.
- I’ve lost my pencil today!
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September 18th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
- You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
- You are the breeze that follows the storm.
- You make the air seem fresh and new.
- You are the sun that pierces the clouds
- And dries the tear-splashed dew.
- You gave me the chance to read a page I hadn’t read.
- When I couldn’t comprehend, you offered me the pen instead.
- You traded laughter for my tears
- When my whole world fell apart.
- For this and so much more my friend,
- I’ll keep you in my heart.
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