Cerulean And The Mountain Meadow

Poetry Prompt: If you were a crayon, what color would you be, and why? What color would your ideal mate be, and why?

First question listed was submitted by outoftheordnary. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.)

 

How they came together
Seemed more like fate than mystery.
All alone and yet surrounded
By onlookers, gypsies, and adventurous types.
One a long lost warrior, turned jaded
Another a recluse, somewhat wilted and faded.
A chance happenstance was all God provided
Two paths turned one way and then collided.
The warrior was weary, given into his fury
The Meadow impatient, feeling need to hurry.
Both met deep in the mountains when rain began to fall
Comforting each other, they tore down all their walls.
Exposed, unafraid, intoxicated, and driven
Exploring each other, each on a mission.
Wanting the same things in life neither had found
Together they seemed destined to become soul-bound.
The longer he stayed, Cerulean began to feel smitten
Mountain Meadow went first with her love admission.
Now bound together by God's secret plan
Each had saved the other by taking a stand.
More and more they discover each others secrets
The more they determined they had no regrets.
Some time later they would both become joined
Happier that life was now on both their sides.
Oh time they had plenty of  to discover
They were both destined to love one another.

Brandy Noelle Souza

April 27, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my husband

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I know he smiled when he read it - sentimental. Welcome to post poems ~~Lady A~


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Thanks so much...and

Thanks so much...and actually...yes...yes he did :)