History
Even Eve, the only soul in all of
time
to never have to wait for love,
must have leaned some sleepless
nights
alone against the garden wall
and wailed, cold, stupefied, and
wild
and wished to trade-in all of Eden
to have but been a child.
In fact, I gather that is why she
leapt and fell from grace,
that she might have a story of
herself to tell
in some other place.
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Dear Bleaders,
Postings been a bit spotty, but I'm hoping to get back the rhythm. For now, I thought I'd share the poem that is bouncing in my head today. This is from my poetry book The Next Ancient World.
love,
Jennifer
Lovely poem, Jennifer. Thanks.
Posted by: Stacey | September 17, 2009 at 03:09 PM