Page 8 The Clarion Literary Supplement Tuesday, May 1,1984 Photograph by Gig ii duPont In the trees against the moon, I wrestled with the shadows of my self; stark silhouettes-charcoaled veins Of my life’s tangled, branching directions. The harsh contrasts of a monochrome soul Bent against the dark negative of the sky Portrayed the bare existence Of a life of empty nights. Charleston Flower Ladies linkim; People reach out Sponninf! ihe space between them. !\'i)l so much to claim it as to disclaim it And then to fill it fj'ith carinfi. Patsy Gazaleh Jim Evins Jane Roberts LOVE IS Love is beautiful and magical much like the whisper of a small wind, the sun shining down upon the green grass, the doves’ flights, and the blue jays’ songs. Love is shared between two people much in the same way as when two hearts are tied together and become one strong heart. Love is a feeling to give someone special that can never be replaced or changed, but is unlike any other feeling. Genie Glover THOSE DAYS! I was born in a jungly hospital To Methodist Mission^y pa?^ts In the wild tropics of I remember growing up In the house by the river on stilts With no electricity or plumbing! Our car was a longboat ; Our chauffeur was a native; And the bathtub was the rive©^ We soon moved across the water Into a modern home; Only three stories, equipped with built-in maid, gardener, and “call in” grocery service! my two sisters and I attended Chinese Kindergarten Where we were the only “pale faces” around. But, boy could we speak Chinese just like the natives! Those days are gone; But the taste lingers on. “Hello” to my friends back home! Lisa Funk CREEEEAK Inner wisdom reaches Up in silent offerings. Crisp leaves, similarly different, Feel smooth and alive With the color of Splinterless concepts And then, Another door opens In the cabins of your mind To discover fresh scents Of a brand new book. Jane Roberts