1982 Yearbook
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1982 Yearbook
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I laugh at myself, like an
Image I've seen in the
House of Mirrors —
Distorted by the shapes and
Illusions of the glass,
There, yet not quite tangible,
Lost in a world of perception
Afraid to break the looking glass,
Afraid the ghost is me.
Robbi Kilby Smith
Just A Thought
I remember a winter's eve
When all the world was covered in a chill
No room for any movement, except for the will
Of the heart. The fire crackled a glow
That held the room in heated darkness.
We had a drink, a pleasant harness
Of the night. Then I do believe
I was a trickle fleeing from your eye,
I could not understand the reason why
You let it fall on me.
It collected and rolled outward
Running a path over a dry, hardened cheek
As if trying to crack the skin's week
Purpose. I was scared, so very frightened
Not of you, nor of your heavy tear,
I do not really know what stirred my fear.
It was all so very familiar
As the glow from the red ember
Reflected your face — funny, how the time goes,
How the mind moves, how the heart slows,
How waters finally melt the dryness
Of one who can find no happiness
In holding tear filled eyes.
M.J. McPeek
115
I laugh at myself, like an
Image I've seen in the
House of Mirrors —
Distorted by the shapes and
Illusions of the glass,
There, yet not quite tangible,
Lost in a world of perception
Afraid to break the looking glass,
Afraid the ghost is me.
Robbi Kilby Smith
Just A Thought
I remember a winter's eve
When all the world was covered in a chill
No room for any movement, except for the will
Of the heart. The fire crackled a glow
That held the room in heated darkness.
We had a drink, a pleasant harness
Of the night. Then I do believe
I was a trickle fleeing from your eye,
I could not understand the reason why
You let it fall on me.
It collected and rolled outward
Running a path over a dry, hardened cheek
As if trying to crack the skin's week
Purpose. I was scared, so very frightened
Not of you, nor of your heavy tear,
I do not really know what stirred my fear.
It was all so very familiar
As the glow from the red ember
Reflected your face — funny, how the time goes,
How the mind moves, how the heart slows,
How waters finally melt the dryness
Of one who can find no happiness
In holding tear filled eyes.
M.J. McPeek
115
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
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