Miss Scarlett Finds Salvation

I was unable to post over the weekend because I was not home or near a computer. So I deeply apologize for having missed my deadline. The following poem is about my finally breaking free from the fear and control that have left me paralyzed for years.


The sun breaks up this endless night,
and wakes a soul still sleeping.
The birds sing as the day grows bright,
and silence all the weeping.

The sky is kissed with clouds of white;
hope permeates the air.
Her eyes burn as they meet the light;
the tears she does not spare.

Freedom grips her being
as salvation floods her veins.
She's stepped out from the shadows,
alas she bears no chains.

Forever Friends

"You're my only true friend. I love you."

I loved you, too.



Time does not stand still,
no matter strength of will.
And as the months and years do fade,
a love it surely kills.

These bonds were once so strong;
the road we traveled, long.
And though the memories shall last,
I can't speak for the song.

The sweet, poetic truth
accompanied by youth.
Though age shall lace our world with lies,
illusions still can soothe.

The image held so dear
of a loved one once so near
has shattered with the weight of time;
reality is clear.

In you I placed my trust,
but that faith has turned to dust.
I'm clothed in pain and drenched in shame
from my platonic, heartfelt lust.

My love had never wavered;
when it soured, you had flavored
it with thick, sweet honey,
that I slowly sipped and savored.

But your supply has now run out
and I, without a doubt,
can see just who you really are
thus dwindling your clout.

These chains by which you held me
have broken, and I'm free.
And though this shall surely hurt at first,
it's for the best. You'll see.

Melanie

A poem inspired by Melanie Wilkes (who dies after complications following a miscarriage), a character from my favorite film, "Gone With the Wind."

Uninteresting tidbit: I look exactly as Melanie is written to appear in the novel. LOL. I have a great deal of pride in that... ;)


A face, once young and hopeful
now lined with morbid truth.
Her smile sweet but doubtful-
a far cry from her youth.

Gone are days of innocence
and carefree naivete.
For yesteryear's blind ignorance,
a price she'll have to pay.

The world she knew has tumbled down,
just ash beneath her feet.
The once-rich earth a deadened mound-
the remnants of defeat.

All that's left is faith and love;
she clings to these with vigor.
She kneels and prays to God above,
hoping fortune it shall trigger.

Her faith has never wavered
through sleet, and rain, and hail.
The happiness, she's savored,
though the memories grow stale.

Her life she gave in total vain,
in hopes of youth renewed.
Though fear runs through,
her soul is calm, her spirit is subdued.

Her final words, unselfish-
still guiding souls yet found.
Though her voice does gently quiver,
it is peaceful in it's sound.

Her last life's breath is met with tears
as loved ones say goodbye.
A woman who has lived so well,
unjustly now must die.

The moonless night comes to a close;
they lay her down to sleep.
The death of one last fragrant rose.
For her, the south shall weep.

A Walk One Summer Night

I have no explanation for this one...


I was walking in the midnight breeze;
the moon was hidden by the trees.
The air was thick with summer heat,
but grass was cool beneath my feet.
The crickets chirped their twilight song,
and bullfrogs ribbited along.
A wolf was howling toward the stars
that glittered and glistened from afar.
Lightning bugs danced through the sky;
I counted seven pass me by.
The smell of flowers filled my nose-
lilies, petunias, perhaps... a rose?
Complacent, relaxed, content was I
as each moment passed me by.
These summer walks I hold so dear;
'tis then my heart and mind are clear.