Tuesday, February 22

Sharing one of my poems...

I'm a lover of poetry...both reading it, and writing it. Is there anything more romantic than a lover writing a tender poem for you?
There's so much "there that's not there" -- if you know what I mean...not only in the double-entendres, but in the imagery and sometimes endless interpretations to be made.
I love re-reading a poem I've read many times, and finally "getting" something new that I'd never glimpsed in it before. Anyway, feel free to share your favorite poetry in the comments section, either ones written by someone else, or by you. I'd love to see what you like. In the meantime, here's one of mine from 2006:


I see my sanity before me,
a dancing nymph
flitting to and fro,
taunting me-
catch me if you can!

Delicate wings
carry her away
while I give chase-
yet she remains
just out of reach.

When I give up,
weary and broken,
she gently lands
beside me-
as I gaze in awe
at her fragile beauty.

Too quickly
she’s off again,
but she pauses
briefly in mid-flight
and looks at me-
lighting up my world.

With a glance
and a smile
she’s revealed-
it’s the chase
that keeps us both alive.

Michele Chastain ©2006


Karen Mortensen said...

Wow! I wish I could do that. If you see mine, would you send it over?

Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf said...

Hi Michele,
It seems it has been a long time since I have seen your blog.
Anyway, I do love poetry and have written some myself. Stop by my writing page if you wish or any of my blogs, it would be good to see you again.
Peace....Naila Moon

Yenta Mary said...

That is so beautiful -- thank you SO MUCH for sharing it! The perfect way to start my morning ... :) I feel that same way about that which is elusive, but you've phrased it succinctly and with extraordinary imagery ....

Clara said...

Simply lovely. Your words immediately created an image in my mind. Very nice.

manda said...

I stumbled you, my post is here:


Also though, I love this poem. You wanted us to comment with a poem we'd written. This is one of mine.


My fingers are not the same without yours
twined within them like the vines of roses
I awake at dawn only to find them empty
of petals and stigma, the pollen stained
on my fingertips, yesterdays provocative scent
your essence haunts me
A ghostly sensation of your lips on my neck
I turn and find you missing, the flower wilted
by Seattle's winter fusion
I miss your sun, your sky
I miss the garden of surreality I left behind
where the soil of our greatest endeavor
was to find a common place for ourselves

Keenly Kristin said...

Hi! Great poem...stumbled you!

My post is: http://www.keenlykristin.com/2011/03/pantothen-review.html

Kristin :)

Small Town Mommy :) said...


Stumbled this post, here's mine!

Sara said...

Beautiful poem. I stumbled you. My post is http://booksyourkidswilllove.blogspot.com/2011/03/wither.html

Shopper Gal said...

That's lovely!!

I stumbled you :)
Here's mine: http://www.shoppergal.com/2011/02/inspiration-board-i-will-be-fitness.html

still blonde after all these YEARS said...


I stumbled you, please stumble me.

Thanks for sharing this part of you!