Poem For Caer

 write
 i don't care if
 it's more jagged than
 broken mirrors and
 bad luck
 but write about what kind of
 luck you're missing out on.

 dear i remember
 the way you looked out
 of the window 
 at the way the clouds
 seemed to propell us onward

 you only hold the words in
 with your eyelashes
 open them
 and let
 them spill. propelling you onward.

 The gold girl of Ohio come to seek
 On the first day of one golden week
 Interesting all who thought to say hello

 Walking with strange friends and friendly strangers
 Talks and tea and tons of something
 I wondered what she was wondering
 And was she wondering the same

 I saw her laugh and watched her cry
 And dance with feet that could almost fly
 Smiling fast and smiling slow

 Pulling fun out the air with innocent mischief
 The lady of the gardens
 Stir-fry poetry and otherworldly realness
 Comforting and graceful she was

 Sprawling on couches, resting in the woods
 Light hearted and wise
 And grinning like a fool
 Who knew something wonderful indeed

 I miss this amazing woman
 Shimmering gold across the land
 
 Jauss
 

 Everything I want to write about you
 sounds like a fairytale.
 Your spirit seems to draw
 shimmery veils of clouds and starlight for you.
 I know
 under all that,
 You're real.
 But so is your magic.

 --Mari

 Hold you hand flat
 palm down on your desktop.
 Some people write poems like this.
 
 Now turn it over.
 Curl your fingers slightly.
 This is a better poem;
 rooted, yet
 extending into air.
 
 Now
 turn your hand over yet again
 keeping your fingers curled,
 only the tips touching your desk.
 Carrie writes like this.