Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox said:
Thank you, Zella, I was beginning to think NO ONE had even noticed. I'm not out of the woods yet; this morning, after BOTH medication and exercise, I was grateful to see my diastolic number get even AS low as ninety-one.
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I'll pray that it continues to improve.
 
Haha! The poem reminds me of how a C.S. Lewis quote about how he was shocked in his older years that all the aches and pains old people complained of were actually quite real and painful. :p
 
For My Departed Janalee


Three years exactly now, that you've been gone;
The hole's been sort of healed, but still a hole.
My mind still sees your smile on that last dawn,
And none, so far, has filled your loving role.

Ten single women--more than ten, I'd say--
Were prospects, and remarkably diverse.
But most preferred me kept out of their way,
While two or three were careless types, or worse.

Oh, Janalee, much easier for me
If God had healed you HERE, not just beyond.
But up there, you and Mary will not be
In harm's way if America gets bombed.

If I don't live to find another bride,
I still have two loves on The Other Side.
 
Thank you, NM-Dust and Miss R. If you play the soundtrack of the LWW movie, and listen to the song "Winter Light," you will have another glimpse into my feelings about Jan. She came when I was already in winter from losing Mary, and revealed a light for me, for a little while.

Did you ever see my account of the one time Jan came to me in a dream? Someone with her, maybe her guardian angel from her earthly life, invited me to give Jan a new name; so, there in the dream, I named her "She Brings The Spring Again."


Copperfox said:
For My Departed Janalee

Three years exactly now, that you've been gone;
The hole's been sort of healed, but still a hole.
My mind still sees your smile on that last dawn,
And none, so far, has filled your loving role.

Ten single women--more than ten, I'd say--
Were prospects, and remarkably diverse.
But most preferred me kept out of their way,
While two or three were careless types, or worse.

Oh, Janalee, much easier for me
If God had healed you HERE, not just beyond.
But up there, you and Mary will not be
In harm's way if America gets bombed.

If I don't live to find another bride,
I still have two loves on The Other Side.
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(Accepting hugs in spirit intended)

My Facebook status for this occasion has prompted some discussion with spiritual value. One good lady, who had herself experienced multiple bereavements, wondered whether her loved ones in Heaven would even remember who she was when she arrived there. Apparently, this lady had been exposed to the teaching of those who believe God is so petty as to be resentful of us EVER giving the slightest attention to ANYONE but Him. So I said the following to her:

The famous "love chapter" of First Corinthians promises that in Heaven, "we will know as we ARE known." This would be meaningless if Heaven were going to make us SO ignorant as not even to remember who our earthly loved ones were. It is Buddhism, not Christianity, which makes an ideal out of the LOSS of individual identity. Of course we'll know each other there!
 
Before I wrote about a bird. Though now I can't find it I'm going to try my hand at a poem.

I finally got to use my wings
I finally got to be a bird so free
Flying high in the sky
Shining so bright
Colors racing through the blue

What happened to that free bird?
Seems like ive been captured.
But people say I'm not
Then why do i feel like this?
Feel like a once free bird
Now trapped?

I'm trapped now,
Then will I be caged?
Abadoned? Abused?
 
FMD, thank you for finding the confidence to post a poem. You aren't the first to do a "guest poem" on my thread, so it's perfectly okay. If my Janalee were still down here on Earth, she would be glad to see your poem; for in her own way, she also experienced confining circumstances. I hope you will realize that The Dancing Lawn offers you some wing-flexing space.
 
For My Weekend Visitor

My visitor is Timbalionguy;
Tim Stoffel is his name in the mundane.
A man who hates injustice, as do I,
He can't help asking why God sends us pain.

We talked of this on hikes, upon two days,
Where my aim was not dying from a stroke.
Though deeply digging into God's own ways,
We finally arrived where we could joke.

I fed him steak and chicken; he fed me
With fascinating scientific facts;
Yet gloom sometimes returned when he could see
The disappearance of the lion tracks.

Whatever outcome waits, this much we've got:
We men discussed what women just will not.
 
To A Woman Unknown
On The Dancing Lawn


Around age forty-five, you're young to me,
But you must think me old at fifty-nine.
Your beauty's known, more than your history,
But I'm told men hit on you all the time.

Since I'm not even sure if you know Christ,
I don't have, even theoretically,
A plan to act like someone who's enticed;
Besides, you seem sealed off hermetically

From those outside your circle. Still, there comes
Resentment--not of you, but marking all
The women who adore the worthless bums,
While keeping gentlemen outside the wall.

If you complain of men, at least be fair;
If you're alone, I didn't put you there.
 
That's a very nice poem, Copperfox! I do have one question... Is this a woman that people on the Dancing Lawn don't know? Or an anonymous TDL member? I assume you meant the first, but I just want to clarify.
 
Copperfox said:
To A Woman Unknown
On The Dancing Lawn


Around age forty-five, you're young to me,
But you must think me old at fifty-nine.
Your beauty's known, more than your history,
But I'm told men hit on you all the time.

Since I'm not even sure if you know Christ,
I don't have, even theoretically,
A plan to act like someone who's enticed;
Besides, you seem sealed off hermetically

From those outside your circle. Still, there comes
Resentment--not of you, but marking all
The women who adore the worthless bums,
While keeping gentlemen outside the wall.

If you complain of men, at least be fair;
If you're alone, I didn't put you there.
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This is a woman who has never looked at The Dancing Lawn, almost certainly never even heard of it. She is someone whom I have met in person; I do not know any evil of her, and she seems sweet-natured. I don't know that I would be any better off if she WERE interested in me, because she and I might prove incompatible in faith, interests and values. But the simple fact that she IS appealing, is enough to make me remember certain old thoughts, regardless of what she is like individually. She is a catalyst, unconsciously causing me to remember all the unattached periods of my life since high school. To remember all the beautiful girls/women who wouldn't give me the time of day, but who hurled themselves UNDER the feet of whatever narcissistic male jerk first glanced their way, crying out, "Please, abuse me and betray me! I love it!"
 
Copperfox said:
This is a woman who has never looked at The Dancing Lawn, almost certainly never even heard of it. She is someone whom I have met in person; I do not know any evil of her, and she seems sweet-natured. I don't know that I would be any better off if she WERE interested in me, because she and I might prove incompatible in faith, interests and values. But the simple fact that she IS appealing, is enough to make me remember certain old thoughts, regardless of what she is like individually. She is a catalyst, unconsciously causing me to remember all the unattached periods of my life since high school. To remember all the beautiful girls/women who wouldn't give me the time of day, but who hurled themselves UNDER the feet of whatever narcissistic male jerk first glanced their way, crying out, "Please, abuse me and betray me! I love it!"
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Oh, okay. That makes sense. Since I'm not a guy, I can't exactly relate to what you expressed, but as a girl it frustrates me to see others acting like that.
 
I just finished catching up on your thread. I Love the way your words move so gracefully within the fourteen-line-patterns to highlight your ideas so naturally. Thank you for being so real, so transparent and so caring.

When we are weak, He is Strong.
 
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