Ancestors Trudging through the tangled path, Thwarted, beaten, and pressing on- Once more perseverance hath The ages won. Never looking back nor seeking Comforts of familiar places- Ravaging wildness, wreaking Aging faces. Dauntless, following the need, Pulsing through their gritty marrow- Beyond tomorrow, cast slow-speed Flies the arrow. Morning ever dawns anew- Places, mortals, hours unfolding, Leave behind the smallest clue, Truth withholding. Peering back through chapters' prose, Victories found within the pages- Touted brazenly by those In modern ages. Whence come forth the haughty proud, We followers left in their wake? What deeds enveloped in fate's shroud, Their pride will make? (09/24/09) Awakening I remember your skin smelled faintly of cucumber I inhale, and know I will have your innocence. Lips converge - Yours hesitant, mine coaxing, until our hunger blends on gliding, seeking tongues. My hand reaching for your solid need, straining against the barrier of your blue jeans. Fumbling, breathless, darkness envelopes heightened senses as skin disrobes, meeting sultry summer air. In total blackness I imagine your face, contorted in pleasure as my mouth works its' practiced magic. An invitation barely whispered - Unsure, you move closer, awaiting silent instruction - eager now, taut and urgent. Restraining lust to heed your newness, I guide you gently to me, cradling your body with my thighs. A stilted start, your motions smoothen to the rhythmic rocking of our coupling. 'Teacher' and 'student' merge into one being, one breath, one need, pursuing the same end. Lost to the chase, gripping and tumbling, the murkiness of almost dawn reveals your face beneath me. Intent and awe blend on your brow, your grasping hands clutch at yielding breasts. Wanting you now to know the final secret, I work you towards the summit of your initiation. A sudden jagged intake of breath, a jerking spasm of heat, followed by your slow shy smile of wonder. In the creeping gray light of day I have shared your awakening, and neither of us emerge unchanged. (09/25/09) Joyous Winter If you think winter time is nice Try not falling on the ice Happened to me last year twice That is, three times, to be precise I guess you are a fan of snow Then perhaps you didn't know Blowers almost never blow And shoveling is hard and slow Perhaps you like to sled and skate Frozen limbs will be your fate Anyway I can't sled straight The cold is what I really hate If winter's chill where you reside I'd suggest you stay inside Otherwise you'll slip and slide When you attempt to walk outside Oh joyous winter time is near Season that is so severe Horrid, raw and nasty here Most miserable of all the year I wish I could leave all this snow No more drifts I'd have to blow Wish I had the funds to go To sunny balmy Mexico © December 2009 Katharine L. Sparrow
Poems I have posted on this forum: (most recent edited versions) Aphorism (Finished Version) Time heals no wound, but turns the knife of pain, morphing into a dull ache, throbbing, relentless. The keening sense of loss, abandoned for a stinging creed of cynicism. Time rapes the soul, dragging sorrow to the edge of a rank and stagnant well of bitterness. And love becomes a twisting, endless pit of despair that time forgets. (September 2009) Pardoned (Finished Version) He really didn't mean it He didn't mean to chew He only meant to clean it, Make it sparkle shiny new! But it was oh so tempting While licking clean that shoe He really couldn't help it Dad, He didn't mean to chew! It felt so soft and squishy Between his needle teeth, That lovely chewy leather With a hard sole underneath I'm sure he's very sorry You can see it in his face - It looks so sad and sorrowful, He knows he's in disgrace So please don't be too harsh with him, He won't do that again I'll keep him out of trouble now, You know how good he's been! And Dad, I have to ask you, He really wants me to - Since that one there is ruined Could he have the other shoe? (September 2009) The Scent of Christmas (Finished Version) One of the loveliest scents of the year The piny smell of the evergreen tree Zesty and pungent says Christmas is near Festively added to hot potpourri Seasoned aromas of coffee and tea Yes Christmas is almost here! The wax of a candle, melty and hot Of bayberry, cinnamon, gingerbread Memories of Christmas we nearly forgot With sparkly snow and a shiny new sled Caroling, shopping and parties ahead There's a goose in every pot! Cookies are baking and applesauce cake Raisins, molasses and buttery spice Mother's old recipes, fragrant to bake Puddings and tarts, tasty treats to entice Savoring, blending and smelling so nice Such Christmas cheer we will make! Christmas fills houses with so many smells That hold joyful memories of long ago A story the essence of Christmas tells Recalling the fragrances we all know Forever will set festive hearts aglow Through many more sweet Noels! © December 2009 Katharine L. Sparrow Dreaming (FINISHED VERSION) I'm sleeping in a cloud I'm dreaming love in shades of blue I'm breathing deep and slow I'm sleeping next to you There's safety in our sleep We're gently wrapped in velvet skies The darkness holds us close In dreams I see your eyes I know when I awake You'll be there in our sheltered nest Your warm familiar body Softly curled at rest I'll watch you as you sleep I'll know that I am blessed today And still I know too well That soon you'll go away In every moment now And even in my sleep I feel How lucky that I am To know a love that's real I'm sleeping in the dark I'm dreaming of the love I knew I'm reaching out my hand And I'm not finding you (December 2009) First and Last The universe granted me the privilege Of being the first to love him I cherished his emergence And nourished him with affection I watched as he matured Into manhood Naiveté replaced, in time, With worldliness The universe has granted him His own truest love And sent him on his way To share what he has learned Fate's hand must be obeyed In sorrow, I released him Grateful that he had, for a season, Belonged to me Since that day I have never sought To know the touch of man As fate once chose me as his first, So shall he prove to be my last? © December 2009