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A Thousand Days - Sonnet XXV

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 21:14:00 +0000

The current selection from my ongoing book "A Thousand Days" is now available on the book page. I hope you have all been enjoying this work as much as I have. =D

Sonnet XXV

This morning as I opened up my eyes...

Continue Reading Sonnet XXV

An Angel's Prayers

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 04:21:00 +0000

At Dawn

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 08:42:00 +0000

Awakening at dawn,
the sun's fingers unfolding,
trace rays of color,
across the far reaching hand,
of the sky.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Aurora

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 03:39:00 +0000

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Could a name be more befitting,
For a princess of such grace?
Shining like a heavenly star,
She fills your heart with hope and joy.

The hues of the northern lights,
Twinkling in her eyes,
As she gazes into your soul,
You will see it's reflection in her stare.

When she speaks to you of things,
In her woman-childish way,
Something reaches right from her soul,
And tugs at the strings of your heart.

Aurora is a reminder of all that has been,
And a hope for all that will be.
Mother Earth has been so kind,
To bless us with such beauty.

Early prose, pulled from the closet, circa 1996.

Unforgettable

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 12:56:00 +0000

Fields of Frozen Glass

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 06:47:00 +0000

original artwork by author

Mist surrounds a deep dark moon;
Below leaves of innocence lie quiet—
shadows revealing untold secrets
faded within roots
of guilt.

Colours turn softly as our world
turns itself back.
Each moment ticking by
transports us slowly
to an ice-enchanted place
of wonder— barren
where none guilty
of inhumanity
shall reign.

All past is void;
only ice-aged fields
of frozen glass-
shall remain.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Top 40 Poetry Blogs on the Web

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 00:10:00 +0000

Today, while looking for a post that I had recently commented on, I decided to try to find it by googling myself. Instead, I came across a link for Poetic Expression, on the Guide to Art School's list of the Top 40 Poetry Blogs on the Web. I would like to thank SR Education Group for putting together this wonderful list of blogs, for their kindness and for the honor of being placed in their list.

SR Education Group offers Guide to Art Schools as part of their SR Education Group network. "Because the path to and through higher education isn't clearly marked, they strive to offer a place where students can find the resources they need to make informed decisions. A place for them to hear advice from students who have been in their shoes. A place to find tools that will enhance their careers and educational endeavors. Most importantly, a place where they can connect with schools to begin their future and attain success."

You can learn more about their sites here.

Sonnet XXIV

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 07:47:00 +0000

Alas good knight, why hast thou turned around?
Thy message reached me, but it makes no sense.
To turn and run at thy sweet love’s expense,
Though thee hast reached halfway to proving ground?

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A Thousand Days

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 14:45:00 +0000

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A Thousand Days
(A Book of Sonnets)

A Thousand Days, a book of sonnets and also my newest endeavor has recently had its own page(which can be reached from the link in the top bar) added here at Poetic Expression. Updates will be added to the page as they are published and become available for your enjoyment. I have linked the first two installments, Sonnets XXI and XXII below, respectively.

Sonnet XXI

A thousand days or so had come and gone…

Sonnet XXII

Entering from stage left in brilliant form… (A Thousand Days pt2)

[Read more from 'A Thousand Days' by Michele Cameron Drew]

Poetry 101: The Basics of Poetic Form

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 14:26:00 +0000

The first of a series of light history and tutorials on the basic principles of traditional English poetry, by Michele Cameron Drew.

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So Many Things

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 17:38:00 +0000

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There are so many things I wish to say,
I bite my tongue so not to cause a stir.
So many things, in oh— so many ways.
To stir would cause the pot to overturn.
Just like I do most each and everyday,
Guess I'll just settle down right here and learn,
And wait for signs to fall down from the sky,
And send me where his heart calls by and by.

-Michele Cameron Drew

In the Setting of the Sun

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 04:17:00 +0000

The sun is setting all around us
In the colours of today
It lights our way with His love
And warms us with His grace

From this collage of dreams and memories
In waves we ride the tide
Each moment pure and lovely
As two tender hearts collide

Yesterday we sailed together
Rediscovering the truth
And the beauty of the days
That we shared in our youth

Today you're far away
Yet you feel so close to me
I could never have imagined
It would mean so much, you see

Tomorrow still the future
But no means to an end
I know now that forever
I will always call you friend

No matter where we are
In the end when life is done
My heart will rest beside yours
In the setting of the sun

-Michele Cameron Drew

Watercolor

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 22:03:00 +0000

The morning after love
A gentle tender whisper
In the daybreak as we rose
Bagels and lox for you
Just cream cheese for me
Our favorite cafe` table
As we sipped a darkened brew

Smiles endlessly shining
Eyes singing delightfully
Dancing in their shadows
As they penetrated
My quiet composure
A somewhat pleasant stress
Washed over me
In my naivete

And I whispered
I love you...

—Michele Cameron Drew

Sonnet XIX

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 23:15:00 +0000

Sonnet XIX

	My lover's kiss was like a million stars, Across the jaded purple velvet night, And then the starlight falling from his eyes, Reflected on this halo burning bright. His angel, strong and beautiful, was I, Who saved him from himself one fateful night, And left behind with him my tender heart, Along beside a tear at morning light. Passed twenty years, my calling once again, Return me to the depths from whence I came; The needs there of a solitary friend, Upon who's heart I once had staked my claim. Oh, how can I but send to him my love? His angel from the Heavens up above. —Michele Cameron Drew
Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Reconnection

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sun, 31 May 2009 01:00:00 +0000

Reconnection

Tenderness so long ago
Hanging about mind's edge
Taunting, teasing
Playful moments of youth

Reconnection overwhelms
Touching surface of heart
With evocative dreams
Torturing soul

Warm light emanating
From this memory
This dream of old
Expectations limitless
Falling to abyss
Of emotion

Confusion building
From this depth
Hearts withdraw
In fear that old wounds open

Friendship, reflection
Their greatest desire
And should it be
The will of Him
Someday
Maybe more

—Michele Cameron Drew

Where I Belong

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 29 May 2009 09:20:00 +0000

Where I Belong

Closing my eyes
My mind wanders
Drifting off
In daydreams of azure
I see reflections
Of myself— swimming
In the deep oceans
That are your eyes

Soon my love
I'll be drowning
And should I perish
Then so be it
Let the world go on
Without me
Because this—
Is where I belong

—Michele Cameron Drew

Starbird Hill

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Mon, 25 May 2009 09:23:00 +0000

In darkness awakening,
First glimpse of snow white,
Brought beauty of wonderment,
Like shimmering diamonds,
'neath new morning’s light.

A frozen paradise waited.
Oblivious to the chill,
Warm mittens and overcoats,
We rushed to the sled race,
Atop Starbird Hill.

We flew down this mountain,
Blustery wind to frozen face,
On a sheet of ice and snow.
Oh, what fun we had then,
In our Starbird race.

And as the day closed,
Its beauty wouldn’t subside.
Sleepy heads in reverence,
Thinking of day’s events,
We gently closed our eyes.

In darkness awakening,
First glimpse of snow white,
Brought beauty of wonderment,
Like shimmering diamonds,
'neath new morning’s light.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Read my article on the Blizzard of '78 here.

Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

The Way it Makes Me Feel

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 22 May 2009 10:23:00 +0000

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When your eyes looked at mine,
You could see into my soul.
And I was fascinated by,
The depth of your perception.

Then a smile crossed your lips,
Like sunshine through the morning mist.
And though I don't know why,
I felt such a strong connection.

Across a crowded room,
I heard the wheels of your mind,
In synchronicity with mine,
As one together marking time.

If for only just a moment,
Look to me again and smile,
So I can look into your eyes,
And remember for all time,
The way it makes me feel.

—Michele Cameron Drew

The Poet

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Sat, 16 May 2009 08:53:00 +0000

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The poet thinks in cryptic patterns
But mostly he observes
Absorbing his surroundings
To mind—
His heart
A rhythmic extension
Of his soul

Words
Images
Thoughts
Dreams
Beliefs
Emotion
Entwined within his verse

He creates a thing of beauty
A thing we know
As Poetry

—Michele Cameron Drew

Sonnet XVIII

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 15 May 2009 07:41:00 +0000

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There is a little church beside a field.
I happ'd to pass it by just yesterday.
It truly made me wish this summer's yield.
Would bring me there before you face to face.

The colours in the sky were graceful soft.
In hues of salmon, lavendar and blue.
My head right here, but my heart was aloft.
The only thing 'twas missing there was you.

I wish that we could walk there every day.
We'd talk about today and long ago,
And holding hands we'd joke along the way,
Then laugh until our cheeks were all aglow.

I hope that we can find a moment soon,
To visit there one lovely afternoon.

—Michele Cameron Drew

The Colour of Confusion

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Thu, 14 May 2009 08:37:00 +0000

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Entertaining hands
The colour of confusion
Manipulating like a monarch
In absolute power

Audience of dying voices
Muted—
Will obey

—Michele Cameron Drew

Sonnet VIII

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Tue, 12 May 2009 23:33:00 +0000

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I swiped my card at 7:39.
But payroll says my paycheck will be docked,
Because I didn't get to work on time?
I wasn't due to work till 8:00!

I just don't understand how this can be.
I always call ahead if I'm delayed.
It doesn't make a bit of sense to me,
For thirty minutes clocked to not be paid.

Two supervisors I had to pursue,
To figure out that it was their misplay.
I hope they don't perceive me as a shrew.
That's not the image I hope to display.

I vow tomorrow I will not be late,
‘Cause I'll be there by 7:38.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Stolen Moments

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Mon, 11 May 2009 09:01:00 +0000

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Memories of a love so long ago,
Weigh upon my dreams tonight,
And drift on as the sweetest of distractions,
Into my waking life.

A few stolen moments whispering,
Taunting my soul with the hunger
For more of him.

Perhaps we should have loved as if
We'd never have the chance again.
Plucked from his life as easily as our Earth
Turns to greet the morning sun.

A few stolen moments whispering,
Taunting my soul with the hunger
For more of him.

Lord, please let him come to me.
Shower those memories so sweet upon his heart.
Let us steal a few more moments...
Or perhaps a lifetime.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Good Intention

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Fri, 08 May 2009 16:36:00 +0000

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Seeds of evil lie in root
Covering like a thicket
About the innocent one
Deluding common sense
Of an honorable heart
Deficient of judgement
In the folly
Of good intention

Moments of clarity lie
Within the tangled labyrinth
Reaching skyward-
Neurologically twisted
Thwarted by derangement
Never to be unveiled
Within the eye
Of the broken mind

—Michele Cameron Drew

Spring's Solicitude

noreply@blogger.com (Michele Cameron Drew) — Mon, 04 May 2009 16:37:00 +0000

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With winter's icy breath fleeting,

Spring's solicitude brushes,

Divine nectarous orchards,

With an ambiance of color.

Softly she summons,

The sweetest of blossoms,

To deliver the fruit,

Of summer ambrosia.

-Michele Cameron Drew