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- -Poems & Memories-
- by Donna Ivins-Cobain
- Typed by Tal Meta
-
- I have some things I would like to share with the world in general.
- A lifetime ago, there was someone in my life who either saved me or
- scarred me beyond repair; this person was, of course, female.
- Of the many things we shared, the one thing I still have possession
- of is her poems. I would like to share her poems with you.
- So, without further ado, here they are.
-
- ---------SAND CASTLES
-
- Early morning
- I built a castle in the sand
- by the sea.
-
- Then a wave came
- and washed it away.
-
- So I built another castle
- higher on the beach
- away from the waves.
-
- this one had a wall
- and a moat
- and a bridge.
-
- But then the tide changed
- and washed away my castle.
-
- So again I built
- this time high on the shore
- away from the tide.
-
- I built towers and walls
- with doors, windows and courtyards
-
- Then the wind
- picked up my castle
- and scattered it on the beach.
-
- So I went home
- and built another castle.
-
- Three days later
- it rained.
- I watched
- as my castle dissolved into the sand.
-
- Later
- I saw another castle
- in a store.
-
- So carefully constructed
- with all the things a castle needs
- all beautifully detailed
- and weatherproof.
-
- I almost bought the castle
- but then
- it would sit on a shelf
- and gather dust.
-
- So I went back to the beach
- and there I saw a little girl
- building a sand castle
- smiling contentedly.
-
- I wanted to tell her
- she was too close to the water
- a wave would soon come
- and wash away her castle.
-
- But I didn't
- for there was something in her smile
- peace, contentment
- perhaps the knowledge of what would happen
- to her masterpiece.
-
- Then she left
- and I watched
- as the waves came
- and washed away her castle.
-
- Her castle was gone.
- As mine were.
-
- But then I remembered
- castles built
- and castles destroyed.
-
- But mostly
- I remembered the little girl
- and her smile.
-
-
- ----------LIFE
-
- The road of life may be long and rocky,
- it may wind between dark chasms and high cliffs,
- up between the crags where the bitter winds howl.
-
- Yet the path of life may lead through soft grass,
- over rolling hills and quiet meadows.
- By a gentle stream,
- filled with solace.
-
- ----------AND THEN THE RAIN CAME
-
- Nothing;
- Nothing in the heavens above,
- nor in the earth below,
- wishes to move.
-
- Neither bird, nor beast,
- nor fish, nor plant,
- wants to move.
- Wants to grow, to think, to act, to breathe.
-
- People - walk slowly.
- Watching wvaes of steam,
- radiate off the pavement,
- blurring distant objects.
-
- Children, running,
- their scarlet faces shine brightly.
- Yet they run slow,
- as if they too carry a burden.
-
- The air -
- heavy and oppressive -
- hangs in space.
- A sticky vaccum of time,
- in which all are encompassed.
-
- A small, dark cloud appears.
- On the far horizon.
- It nears -
- gradually.
-
- A small gust of wind,
- a breath of fresh air.
- The cloud comes quickly,
- pushing back the stillness.
-
- Then, covering the sun,
- it envelopes all in a grey shroud.
- Made of finely woven feathers,
- and spider's web.
-
- The wind moves freely,
- the trees sway and bend,
- a dog barks, and children laugh,
- and then the rain came.
-
- -----------MY FRIEND
-
- Whenever I needed someone,
- he was there.
- When I was lonely,
- he would come to me.
-
- Whenever I called,
- he would come,
- leaving anything,
- to be with me.
-
- Whenever I called,
- he would come.
- Until one night,
- one dark November night.
-
- For once,
- he didn't answer my call.
- For once,
- he didn't come running.
-
- For once,
- he didn't hear me.
- He couldn't hear,
- couldn't see, couldn't run.
-
- He lay by the road,
- his chest torn open.
- And I cursed the sky,
- for what a car had done.
-
- -----------ANGEL
-
- Let me tell you a tale,
- of an angel that fell,
- by a dark and stormy gale,
- from heaven to hell.
-
- She fell in a trap,
- this trap called love.
- Doors closed with a snap,
- O'er the innocent dove.
-
- Now with her wings broken,
- and unable to fly,
- her heart was stolen,
- by a charming young guy.
-
- So simple was she,
- so enchanted by him,
- she knew not to flee,
- when he left her by whim.
-
- For those memories of hers,
- she kept close nearby,
- heightening the curse,
- of her life in the sky.
-
- Only a human he'd love,
- so become human she must.
- And this angel above,
- knew that man came from dust.
-
- So this little angel,
- knowing mortals aren't just,
- added some devil,
- human traits, and dust.
-
- That this dust was her death,
- she knew and was certain.
- But she held her breath,
- let life close, like a curtain.
-
- Now she no longer flew.
- She no longer could.
- Her wings clung with dew,
- her soul turned to wood.
-
- As Christ had died,
- hung from above,
- now she died,
- hung up on love.
-
- For when she added dust,
- she made a fatal mistake.
- An angel, she knew, must
- never, never partake.
-
- But she took it in,
- to become human, and fell.
- An angel in sin,
- now angel dust in hell.
-
- -----------THE HEART
-
- A heart cannot be stolen,
- nor can it be bound by chains.
- It is that which makes eyes swollen,
- and makes the sunshine from the rain.
-
- A heart must be given,
- not taken away.
- Or, like the rains that fall from heaven,
- love will come, then drain away.
-
- You can hold a heart,
- but its like holding the sea,
- you could never keep every part,
- for part you must let free.
-
- A heart can be broken,
- that much is true.
- Like a tiny glass token,
- cast from the blue.
-
- But a heart once given is given forever,
- to keep thee and guide thee through all thee endevours.
-
- ----------IF
-
- If you were a fine mist,
- I'd live in a swamp,
- so that your gentleness would surround me.
-
- If you were stong winds,
- I'd climb each day to the tops of the highest crags,
- so that you could hold me tight.
-
- If you were a small keepsake,
- I'd place you in a locket hung 'round my neck,
- so that you would be close to my heart.
-
- But you're not a mist, nor wind, nor a keepsake.
- Nor can I keep you, nor make you stay.
- So all that I can do is ask you to be:
- My forever friend.
-
-
- Thats all the ones I could find. Perhaps one day, she'll read this file.
- But I wouldn't bet any money on it!
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