We could ride to the far side of the lake
just around the fallen oak.
I could show you where the lake kisses the shore
in long tongues of teeming life.
There is the log where tiny turtles topple and trip
exposing underbellies white as appleblossoms.
If a gentle finger strokes them just so
legs cease to pinwheel long enough for them to sun.
Upright again they are drawn toward water
as surely as I crave to ravage you
in the tall grass grotto shaded by magnolia
and scented with honeysuckle.
Bees buzz by lazy in the summer sun
yellowed pollen laden legs slowing flight.
They take little notice of us there;
you gathering nectar of a different type.
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Aww Maddie...
I ain't been there hun but I have been in so many similar places in my life, stuck in a bind now, but one day I'm goin back to my caravan, if I can remember where I left it...thanks for the inspiration...strikes mysteriously familiar and deeply hidden chords inside me...ramble on darlin'
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Beautiful
Hey Maddie,
Haven't read you for a while but this made the wait worthwhile. Fabulous imagery with powerful visuals, so serene and inviting. There is a soft sensual undertone in your words which leave a soft knowing smile on my face. Beautiful in a word.
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I love this one.
Great write, it was like I was there. I really love your style. I rodeoed with Verne Johnson from Orange, Texas. What a fun, wild, go to hell kid. He rode bulls mostly but would sometimes enter saddle bronc and bare back.
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It's a small lake I discovered while geo-caching. The back side is private and isolated. So those tongues of
water really are teeming with life and the turtles are there in droves. It's a perfect place for horseback riding, for painting undisturbed and a geo-caching. Thank you for reading and for the wonderful comment.
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This is a gorgeous poem. Clear and to the edge.
"There is the log where tiny turtles topple and trip
exposing underbellies white as appleblossoms."
That is a fabulous line. It shot like a photo to my brain and mind's eye. I think because it is such an provable, observable comparison of two dissimilar things that many would not connect visually. I bet you do the same thing in your paintings.
Then the bees and their yellowed pollen legs slowing flight. ZAP. The mind's eye of the reader, or at least this one, captures this instantaneously.
Noticed how I skipped over the tall grassed grotto?
mmmmmmmmmm
Thanks for Spring!
And thanks for an enjoyable read.
~Clay
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Damn girl, just took a shower
but might need another after this...
Have a lovely week Maddie
Hugs...Eddy
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Thank you, Eddy. I appreciate the lovely comment. I am glad you enjoyed it.
You have a lovely week, as well.
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oooh yes ... sweeet. what a lovely little thing to come upon. this is very nice ! nature calls, bird bees and all that. but seriously though, this a well written delightful piece from top to bottom. made me smile.
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This nature lover stands and applauds you.
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