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Joan Chevalier's Poetry

I don't really know anything about Joan except she was a user of Apollo BBS. Anyone, Anyone, Bueller?

043
By   : JOAN CHEVALIER
Subj : That Great White Sheet

I dreamt myself
small
very small,
and sitting on
the spacing bar
of a giant
typewriter,
my legs with room
to dangle.
Each letter
arrayed itself
before me
making a grand display.
Oh what fun to
hop on a key
and hop from one to the
next,
making things
happen on that great
white sheet
above me!

057
By   : JOAN CHEVALIER
Subj : Something Having the Appearance of Truth

Something having the appearance of truth
knocked on my door.
I didn't know whether it was
false
or true appearing.
I let it in,
that much daring,
and found
faith.

                    J.H.C
067
By   : Joan Chevalier
Subj : Memory

Memory
Gathers up
   pieces of the past
to be placed
   like precious heirlooms
gently
   into the velvet-box
of the heart.
And taken out
        fondly:
Time's treasures.

110
By   : JOAN CHEVALIER
Subj : Poem

When I am yin
you are yang.
When yang I am
yin you are and fine.
Cycles endlessly
the wheel spins
Spokes we are
of one another

111
By   : JOAN CHEVALIER
Subj : Quiet Grace

In the early morning night
we lay,
our breathing in cadence.
soft lunar light
silhouettes your form:
quiet grace--
two huddled
against the vague spaciousness.