Spring

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    Spring

    The sun is rising
    I hear the day
    A spring washing over me
    My head drawn back
    My soul entrenched
    Among the pebbles
    Oddly formed
    Beneath the quiet depth
    A man sketching under my pen
    Calling from the rock...
    Aroused by the ache
    That grew below
    Woman is blended
    To bring this out
    Filling the shout
    That runs about
    Tiptoeing...
    Messing about with the rules
    Pressed by the temperamental
    Rising streams
    Unknown coefficients
    Finding glue
    A goldfish warbling
    Within my bowl
    Not really bristly swimming...
    Till a girl was plopped
    Into the pool
    And sent his fins a-stroking
    Someone get a microscope
    Let's peer within
    What was blazed through the cosmos
    For millions of years
    Yes, hmmm...over there...
    The region past your head
    The ways it could have comely sought
    To be such an uninhibited thing
    It crept around behind my back
    Little did I know of the coming upon the road
    My feet wavering in the wind
    To be quite so bold as that
    To call upon so awesome an act
    As to leave Mother blushing
    My knees buckled and clutched
    A rhythm rising out to meet him
    Blown by a feather
    Wildly and all about
    Heaving and straining
    Releasing offerings
    Of things unthought
    A cloud blowing headlong
    Into this breeze
    Thunderstorms approaching
    Awaiting to expand
    Contracting
    Enabling a shower to exist
    My thumping's have awakened you
    And made you stand the height
    To reach me nose to nose
    Within the sheet that sails
    Flapping in the wind
    Turning on the sauce
    Preparing the table
    Staring at the floor
    Vividly arousing this lioness in me
    Captured here, baying at the moon
    The heavens roared, they flew about
    And tried to tuck it under
    Keeping a lid
    On this unknown invasion
    Will I be the twinkle
    That glimmered in your eye?
    Northward bound to carry you
    Out into the land
    A quilting of pieces
    Sewn by a seamstress
    Held together, wrapped about
    Searing your ideas, of what a lady is about
    Skirts with ruffles and drawn up lace
    Perfume fluttering, swept with the air
    Arms encircled round about
    The Neanderthal shouting
    To break forth into another age
    Angels help me out
    With the smoothness of this want
    Birds watching, hear my thoughts
    And whisper to the winds
    That breeze along the cliffs....
    Steep though they be
    Shatter my bones
    And free the spirit within
    A fireplace to lie beside
    To glow amidst the coals
    Hoping for another glass
    Of refreshments yet to drink
    A bubble carried through the woods
    Tugging at me
    To stand
    For the bugle
    That burst among the leaves
    A note forwarded fast
    With a guarded messenger
    Entrusted by the hearing
    Of this nature flung about
    Spinning out a web
    That glistened with the dew
    A girl entered the bowl
    She drew a fin to stroke
    Butterfly winding
    Sweeping over there
    In the gardens of your yard
    A blossom lounged within
    Winding a sidewalk
    A rustling porch
    Grandma rocking
    A tear to appear
    Waves crashing on the jetty
    Spraying salt
    Rewarding an urging
    To produce an answer from you.

    Graceladymn

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    Heartfelt commented on Spring

    09-22-2009

    The way you write... I don't know how to explain the feels it gives. I can almost see the things you write of in my mins as i read. You are a breath-taking writter.

    graceladymn

    09/22/2009

    You humble me by the kindness of your read and comments. I pray you are well and feeling better.

    poeticdimension commented on Spring

    03-15-2009

    took me on quite the journey

    emptyone commented on Spring

    02-13-2009

    You have a very good way of making a person feel like they are there. Very real feeling.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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