I’ve never loved like that since then,
And I’m not sure I will again.
My broken heart is all I own,
And feels as if it’s turned to stone.
You’ve become a world away,
As my sky’s gone from blue to gray.

I miss the way you made me feel,
My soul was not yours to steal.
I wish somehow that you could see,
Just what it is you’ve done to me.
Now that you have gone away,
My blue eyes are turning gray.

He was barely visible,
with sunset at his back.
Looking like a silhouette,
Done totally in black.

Then a ray of sunlight,
glistened off his beak.
While though I felt excited,
I had no words to speak.

He circled quite awhile,
above me in the sky.
I guess I didn’t notice,
that a tear ran from my eye.

To soon the night did come,
and the eagle went on his way.
Yet I knew that I had seen,
what freedom was that day.

The scent of her fragrance
floral in all its glory
drifts through air

Playfully she begins
to ting the barren ground
with drops of color

She giggles in the breezes
the hint of warmth flirting
in the sun

The grace and charm
of innocence at its finest
approaches once more.

Christine R. Senter
© 2003

I found that a gentleman by the name of Ollie Lind had read one of the poems I’d posted here and not only liked it, but offered up the link to his own readers.  How cool is that?  So, I spent a little time at Mr. Lind’s site and was amazed at what I found.  Ollie Lind is quite the poet in his own right, and has even released his first book of poetry titled Reflections of Life.

Now mind you, I was a little intimidated about reading Ollie’s work.  Several years back, I’d posted some of my poems to a critique group and almost quit writing poetry all together.  I write in rhyme.  One of the people in the group had told me that it was a sure sign that I was nothing more than an amateur.  I was devastated.  I’ve tried my hand at free verse, but I have to say that I totally SUCK at this form of poetry.  Everything I wrote in free verse sounded forced, so I just gave up.

Anyway, I decided to read a few of Mr. Lind’s poems and fell in love with his writing style.  He’s a rhymer.  His poems come together in a magical way that dances across the heart.  It gave me hope that my poems might not be dead after all.  It also caused me to pull out my dusty old book filled with the poems I’d written so many years ago.  And, it made me realize that just because one person in this world didn’t approve of my style, someone else out there might enjoy it.

Thank you, Mr. Lind.  You helped put a spark back into my soul that’s been silenced for a very long time.  They say that all things happen for a reason, and I believe that you reading my goofy little poem was no accident.  May all your writing dreams come true.

A shot was fired.
A car sped away.
I heard a siren,
and started to pray.

I felt a hand,
glide over my side.
I couldn’t move,
though I had tried.

I then heard a voice,
whisper to me.
“It’s after midnight,
shut of the T.V.”