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Musings
Here you will find some of my writing. No guarantees as to its quality.
Also, if you stumble across this page, don't rip off my writing if you do happen to think it is clever.
Daddy is a patent attorney, did I mention that? 'Nuff said.
The banshee was heard a-wailing.
A soul she'd come to carry home.
As she floated, ululating,
your dark slumber disturbed none.
At peace you were, out of pain's clutch
when she did ever gently grasp
your soul from its fragile, earthly hutch.
Your essence, ethereal hands did clasp.
To the Land of Summer did she then fly,
her wailing stopped, she made no din.
She gave you wings of a butterfly,
and left you with our kith and kin.
"Rejoice! Rejoice!" came up the shout
of those who came this way before
as you joyfully dance about,
welcomed by that heav'nly score.
Dedicated to the memory of Beulah Estelle Moore Morrison.
ã Meg Moore
11/2001
Ode to a Peach Sundress
She is with me
when the sunlight kisses my
shoulders gently and
the breeze
wafts warmly of
honeysuckle
mother-goddess caress,
feather-bed warm,
wise.
She is with me
while I watch the pre-nubile
curves of my young daughter
grow, a tangle of wild roses
her hair - her face
a (haunting?) reflection as
I see her run joyously
with the grass
squeezed between her
toes.
She is with me
I hear her laughter
in the morning rain
patched in with sunlight like
God's crazy quilt.
She is with me
The song of the birds assures me.
The saucy salute of the hawk asoar states,
"You
are the daughter
of my
heart."
Dedicated to the memory of JoAnn Frances Abrams Moore
ã Meg Moore
6/14/2003
I Wrote This For You*
*and you know who you are.
It seems you've lost your inspiration,
Perhaps not lost but somehow misplaced
And you would give it all within you
Right now for just a little taste
Of whatever ingredient is missing,
For a mere spark of the old flame
That used to burn so bright inside you
People would scream and call your name.
But then in an eyeblink
Your heart crashes to the floor.
And you can't really tell
If you trust yourself anymore.
In that shattered moment
It all comes crystal clear
Maybe it's not really gone, but
Just hidden by your fears.
Let this be the time in which
My message finds your heart.
My love for you is endless,
Never stops and never starts.
And my belief in you
Is deeper than the sea.
If you need a cup of faith in you
There's a well of it in me.
Don't ever doubt it,
My belief in you so strong.
Built on faith, forged by love
I would never guide you wrong
Someday sweet Serenity
Will be yours to call your own.
Until that time, you can borrow mine.
It's enough to guide you home.
ã Meg Moore
7/18/2004
After a While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After a while, you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure . . .
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn . . .
With every goodbye you learn.