dread or dismay.

"QUESTION."

Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where will I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in the thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
When Body my good
bright dog is dead

How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye

with cloud for a shift
how will I hide?

- May Swenson.




hey there.
my name is meredith.
lets stick to that. :)
this is my writers cafe.
i've obviously been ignoring this site
for quite the time.
but i'm always ready to come back
once in a while.
i lost the vast majority of my poems,
quite a while ago.
my age dosen't concern you.
and please don't ask for it,
without desperate need.
i'm artistic.
i play the saxaphone.
i also play clairinet, as well as flute.
i draw very well,
but stick to more mature drawing styles.
i live to draw people.
i have no dream carrer.
and i am definitley not ready to choose one.
i love to write.
poems.
novels.
editorials.
theatre acts.
all the time,
although you may not know.
i have won awards,
had my work be placed as finalists.
i only write when it generally suits me.
after all, life is busy.
and i'm always enjoying it.