Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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Location: Oregon, United States

"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Sonnet

I don't usually post school assignments, but I'm making an exception today.


“Glances”


I see thy fleeting glance direct my way,
Across the room, the chasm, the divide.
The fear I am discovered holds great sway
My eyes are forced to turn away and hide.
But I am left aware that you have seen
Perhaps, a spark, affection in my eyes
Not meant to be uncovered, left unseen.
You saw and now you leave, you walk on by.
You left with me a glance, unspoken words.
I thought you let me see into your heart,
A chamber thought concealed by many doors,
And I broke through that we might only part.
It’s just a pair of glances, nothing said
Yet something in your eyes won’t leave my head.