Your eyes remind me
it is the time
of daffodils
& wrens
nesting.
Your eyes invite me
into your hidden rhyme
beyond daffodils
& wrens,
suggesting:
you & I should fall
together,
cheat death for a moment,
be immortal,
comfortable touching,
a full moon against all
of sky. I would rather
be wrong & spent
inside your timeless portal
than right, alone, begrudging
love.
Winter waits
while spring
frolics
thru fickle March
frogs croak
daffodils burst yellow,
red-orange trumpets
robins search ground
squirrels chase a female
wind chimes resonate
There is a chill
falling in
from the northwest
I will build a fire
for winter waits
& threatens frost
I will spread a quilt
on the carpet
& doze
May I awaken
with you
lying on your side
& my fingers kneading
your skin
while you moan
I go where you go
I see your eyes in the mirror
& I want to be beside you,
but I am behind you,
two cars back.
I turn right
when you turn,
but I stop at a country store
& buy a drink.
In the parking lot,
I drink deeply
& bask in warm wind
of spring, arriving early.
I drive to the cemetery
where my grandmother's
relatives are only names
& dates rather than histories
of lives, loves,
hopes, pains.
You pass, honk,
& drive out of sight.
The road dead ends.
I know you will return
& when you do,
you honk again.
You are water,
flowing where you flow;
I am a snail darter,
moving thru you, stone to stone.
A contest entry
- Skin by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended May 6, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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There are some rich and beautiful things happening here in these poems.
I especially like "I go where you go."
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Thanks so much Zayra...
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I love these...beautiful, beautiful poems, so sensual, honest and not confusing or too abstract....really enjoyable to read, thank you
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Thanks again for reading my work. I am not one to enter contests here, but I will occasionally. I don't slant my work toward a contest. If I have poetry that fits, I will send one along. I think I have entered three times over the years.
I am a poet of as few words as possible, but also one of unobtrusive rhyme. What I liked about your poem that I left a comment on is: the repetition and your own voice coming through...
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