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Eastern Jackson County, MO —
Mid-February
By Lynndanna J. Stematz
The Write Place Poetry Society
Against the brisk wind
Lavina opens both doors to
Fetch the mail. Her white hair
Tussles with the gusts.
Amid junk mail and ads
Something copiously stands out.
She comes in, shuts and locks both doors,
Sets the junk mail aside,
Turns the strange envelope
Over several times.
The return address is tiny, handwritten, and hard to read.
With care, Lavina opens the pastel envelope…
Pulls out the card
In disbelieve. It’s from a friend.
Her face crinkles into a lovely smile.
She’s holding a handmade Valentine.
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What If (Meeting an Old Flame)
By Jan Kroll
It was a long, long time ago
And quite a distance away,
But as your eyes gaze into mine
It seems – yesterday.
There were silent dreams in both our hearts,
We were too shy and young to share.
But somewhere deep in separate souls
We each knew the dreams were there.
There is warmth and closeness in your glance
We recognize as an old friend.
It’s like reading the middle of a book
Missing the beginning and the end.
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My Valentines
By Alanaya Stematz Breitling
The Write Place Poetry Society
I turned my head to see
The chirper who woke me,
The blue feathers like
His dazzling eyes.
The trees were damp with rain,
The color of HIS intoxicating eyes.
I follow the stream up current
Searching for my loves
I hear a waterfall –
Cutting through the brush quickly
To find a clearing –
And they were both reclining there – waiting for me…
My Valentine’s Knights
Dreams…
Mid-February
By Lynndanna J. Stematz
The Write Place Poetry Society
Against the brisk wind
Lavina opens both doors to
Fetch the mail. Her white hair
Tussles with the gusts.
Amid junk mail and ads
Something copiously stands out.
She comes in, shuts and locks both doors,
Sets the junk mail aside,
Turns the strange envelope
Over several times.
The return address is tiny, handwritten, and hard to read.
With care, Lavina opens the pastel envelope…
Pulls out the card
In disbelieve. It’s from a friend.
Her face crinkles into a lovely smile.
She’s holding a handmade Valentine.
-----
What If (Meeting an Old Flame)
By Jan Kroll
It was a long, long time ago
And quite a distance away,
But as your eyes gaze into mine
It seems – yesterday.
There were silent dreams in both our hearts,
We were too shy and young to share.
But somewhere deep in separate souls
We each knew the dreams were there.
There is warmth and closeness in your glance
We recognize as an old friend.
It’s like reading the middle of a book
Missing the beginning and the end.
-----
My Valentines
By Alanaya Stematz Breitling
The Write Place Poetry Society
I turned my head to see
The chirper who woke me,
The blue feathers like
His dazzling eyes.
The trees were damp with rain,
The color of HIS intoxicating eyes.
I follow the stream up current
Searching for my loves
I hear a waterfall –
Cutting through the brush quickly
To find a clearing –
And they were both reclining there – waiting for me…
My Valentine’s Knights
Dreams…
