## 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.