tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70321683061828022532023-11-15T10:22:45.260-08:00My DaysErin Cainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01062074517994066045noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032168306182802253.post-66336439469417491632009-12-13T20:38:00.000-08:002009-12-13T20:51:07.320-08:00The First Poem Banged Out on the Baby BlueIn Time<br /><br />In Time, the mystery will reveal itself to me.<br />I search for answers in the dark corners where there is no light.<br />Whispers of ancient minutes gone by whisk the air I breathe.<br />In the doorway of minutes to come, I am released.<br />Stillness reminds me of the exiting Autumn,<br />its crispness kissing my cheeks pink.<br />Turning to the mountain, the brightness of the New Winter blinds my good eye,<br />tears gracing my face as to anoint.<br />The quiet of the house, the singing of the fire, the distant drone<br />of a motorcycle passing on 138.<br />All to comfort my restless soul,<br />the wanderlust dance twirling<br />in the looming night fall.<br /><br />by Erin Deirdre Cain<br />December 3, 2009<br />Glide, OregonErin Cainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01062074517994066045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032168306182802253.post-78009797831107147922009-10-18T12:16:00.001-07:002009-10-18T12:17:11.055-07:00The First Time<span style="font-family: times new roman;">I never thought that I would be blogging. I have read many others' blogs. This is a test run.</span>Erin Cainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01062074517994066045noreply@blogger.com2