An Apology

Hi, everyone! No worries--this is not a "I'm closing down my blog after it just started" post or a "I said something that shouldn't have been said" post (though if that is the case, please inform me before you get another apology post). I just wanted to say sorry for not posting in a while.
My reason?
Yes.
I have a reason.
Not a good one, but it's a reason =P
 The reason (and a little non-webz update): I got a job, and have been reallllllly tired for the past couple of days due to the learning curve I'm expected to climb. Yes. So that's my reason.
As far as writing goes....

I did a bit of random poem-writing stuff, and I'm posting it just in case you want to read it :-/

This one's just a drabble--I liked formatting it to fit the theme. Other than that.... Nope, can't say I have much affection for it. Why I wrote it? Well, it's been raining a lot 'round here..... Yeah...

Earth Renewed

Sheets of rain fall down

Down

Down

Down to kiss the ground, the cold

Dry

Ground

The parched earth opens, without a

Single

Sound

And blood water flows in rivulets

All

Around

Into the veins of the earth

Down

Down

Down

This next one.... You'll just have to read it and decide for yourself what it's supposed to mean. Can't say why I wrote it--just one of those things. But even though it only rhymes in...like...one place, I like the way it flows.

Was It All the Same?

Time changes things

Time reverses

Time erases

Time forgets

As I stand here, I wonder

If this place was the same

Was it all the same

On the day you were here?

The clouds are beautiful

A pure, regal white

As if painted on the sky

Did they appear the same

When you saw them?

And when it began to rain

Did they bleed off

And fall on your face?

I take off my shoes

And begin the long march

When you walked this path

Did you feel every blade of grass

Between your bare toes?

And was its hue green

As the eyes of your lover?

The wind kisses my cheek

And whispers sweet nothings

Did the wind remind you

Of your mother

Did you cry?

Was the world never more beautiful

Than on that bright day?

Did you dread to leave

And beg God to stay?

I run, the sun hot on my back

Was the weight of the gun

Against your shoulder a comfort?

Or the heaviest burden you bore?

The distance is long

I gasp for air

But the air is warm

It chokes me.

Did the distance seem longer

When you were running

Then when you sat behind the trees?

I stop

I rest.

But you could not, could you?

You kept running

Running

Running

Not even fighting

Not even firing

Not even when you reached the wall

Not even when you were face-to-face

With the enemy.

I climb the wall

I stop.

Was the pain numbed by relief

Or peaked by fear?

Did you cry out for your mother

Or fall silently?

Did you linger long

Behind the wall

Among the dead

Among the dying?

Did you think about the field

How green the grass

How white the clouds

How blue the sky?

Did you wonder how such a thing

As your death

Could happen on a day

Like this?

I sit.

I touch the ground

And I weep.

For you were not the only one.

Soooo, that's what I've been up to. Hopefully--and I need to find a new expression to adequately convey the lameness of my poetry--your eyes don't bleed.

God Bless!

Elisabeth (who unfortunately can't figure out how to un-center the text).