I got some great positive response last weekend from a poetry thread I posted. Since a few people asked for more here it is.

The theme this evening is Juvenile Poetry. These are two pieces I wrote in High School (an unthinkable amount of years ago) with a little, more recent, editing. Enjoy.

(oh, and if you have some old, dusty, drippy, HS poetry that you are almost ashamed to say you wrote - feel free to share)

Raindrop Roses
A garden,
In spring.
Drenched from April rain.
A single rose blossoming against the gray.
It touches me,
And brings a shiver.
The rose knows not of its surroundings,
Only that it had to bloom,
During the storm.
As it fades the last few drops
Wash all remaining color from the garden.
Save the single rose.
Whose petals shimmer in the gloom,
And sag with raindrop tears.

Who Goes There
Who knocks there at my door?
Requesting she might enter.
Who taps now at my window?
Then becons me to follow.
Who shows me all the stars in heaven,
On the wings of a nights breeze?
Who leads me to the tops of trees?
Then, slowly, back again.

Who takes my breath away?
For her own devices.
Who gives it back again?
Then just turns and walks away.
Who thouches my faces?
And makes my skin quake.
Who holds my heart for her own?
Who leaves on the breeze?
Away through the trees.
Who left with my heart and is gone?