by Cer and Cher

miscellaneous poetry by us

We Almost Wrote a Poem

She bit her lips and stretched her legs
and reached up for a cigarette
'Japan smokes more than we do here--
a smaller land - That's Chas, I bet'
The phone in hand she laughed a bit,
concluded talking, took a sip
of chocolate coffee, smeared a cream
of Aloe Vera on her lip...
and said, 'Let's write a poem.
Let's write a poem, a simple lei
of better times and better days,
of people that we knew back when,
of distant places, distant friends.'

'Of future plans and hoped-for days,'
I said, 'Or how about the ways
they screw us when we're down and out,
or how we'll make it, how about
a simple day with friends?'
'You and I remember well,
Cer, look at us, together still.
You know the stories well as I do--
I think I'm ready for a refill.'

Pen in hand and coffee cup
We talked and thought and drank it up
And tho' the poem was amiss
it's fun to talk and reminisce
and share another cup.

Ceridwen and Cheryl, 1982

Lo! How the grass doeth softly lay
upon yon pleasant hill
And list to the notes more furious
that lights the flowing rill
How happy doeth the songbird sing
more bright than violets
And glory to the lover playing
on his mandolin

Lo! How the grass doeth meekly bend
upon yon shaded hill
Against the storm more glorious
than rainbowed fields tilled
O! Happy are the sunlit beams
that break through clouded skies
How happy are the lovers twoWith love-light in their eyes

Lo! How the storm doeth presently fade
from out yon glistening vale
Behold with raptly joy-filled eye
the rainbow that endeth the gale
How brightly doeth the songbird call
it's echoes o'er the rill
And wand'ring in their innocence
The Lovers on the Hill

Ceridwen and Cheryl, 1980

Forget the trials of your life
and be my friend and walk with me
Share joys unknown in daily strife
And drink the wine, Serenity
Leave all the tasks that drain your mind
and ramble where the flower grows
Leave, just this once, the daily grind
And stop to smell a rose

Ceridwen and Cheryl, 1981

The gusty winds carry my kite
Ascending the limits of string
Contented, I watch as it dances on high
In the pause of the moment, I dream

He walks up beside me, I hand him my kite
And he's caught in the moment of play
He tugs it, he spins it, it dives and it soars
And I fear it will break, fly away!

The gusty winds calling me back
And I knew I just dreamed he was there
He was gone - winds of love that had stolen my kite
and it looked like my heart in the air

Ceridwen and Cheryl, 1981

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