Poetry Weaver

The Blood Cries Out

The Blood Cries Out

I know I am Cherokee.I’ve been told that since I was a child;But we didn’t tell anyone…and my elders, shamed,never filed for documentation.As if that could change the way IFeel in my inner self, and feel still to this dayIn those sad times of...
Marlowe and Me

Marlowe and Me

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVEby Christopher Marlowe(I’m thinking this on the left page, and my answer on the right page) Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods, or steepy mountain...
Art

Art

Since I was a childFantasy beguiledMy heartWe met and you smiledEmotions ran wildNew start.Tender touch so mildSweetest words compiledPure art. Lai—an old French poetic form (trying this form)Lai—an old French poetic form
Emily’s Ghost

Emily’s Ghost

long ago she left this placeand went where spirits dwellher closets full of written worksher lifelong tale to tell secretive recluse all her lifefrom friendships she did shrinkbut do not pity her for shefashioned life from pen and ink far better to create a taleby...
Ray Charles’ America

Ray Charles’ America

Give me Ray Charles� America!Where “God shed His grace on thee!And crown thy good, with brotherhood,From sea to shining sea!”Waving wheat, farmlands sweet,Cornfields and sparkling streams.Small town folks telling jokes,Freedom to live our dreams.Were you...