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To: Carol who wrote (1527)4/17/1998 2:43:00 AM
From: Carol  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 2095
 
This Heart..

This scarlet drum embraces the fantasy,
records all of my poems verse by verse,
remembers faces, believes in destiny.
For love, it weaves a unique universe.
It says it doesn't need a substitute
and, dreaming that it's young, forgets its age.
It wants to be a boat without a route,
at other times a bird inside a cage.
Because this heart refuses to be alone,
it mined my lover's chest to find its pair.
It lives composing poems on its own
and storing everything it likes to share.
It's an impatient heart that loves to live
and lives to love with so much more to give.


By Rosa Clement



To: Carol who wrote (1527)4/19/1998 8:48:00 AM
From: Ed Newman  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 2095
 
Here is a poem my grandmother wrote..... My grandmother was a major influence on my life, introducing me to literature, art, poetry and science fiction.... In the even that we do not stay "forever young" we can still have hope for meaning and dignity. This is called Aftermath of a Stroke.

AFTERMATH OF A STROKE

Here I lie, tight packed as in my Mother's womb
I laid with restlessness a full lifetime ago.
But still entirely I, altho I have no room
To move about and at my will to come and go.
But now -- I wander, freely in my mind
The long road thru the crowding mists of time,
And pause in my journeying now and then
To live the happy times again
Made bright indeed by sunset's glow!

by Elizabeth Sandy