My snowdrift
dreams in dirty lines,
where seasons mix,
fixing green
through seasoned brush,
winding recipe, dreaming doubt,
disturbing implanted segments
of reimbursed summer,
finding September,
thirsting for color;
the permanent smell
of winter degeneration,
saturating what is left to shiver
in thorny spindles
of molding inspiration.
I remember this meadow's edge,
our inclement cabin standing in structure,
alone,
left to fend for itself
through every disturbance,
untried soil bringing forth different weeds,
finger pulling ancient innovation
where you, of course,
planted order in the wake of neglect.
I suspect,
only petunias
are naive enough
to believe love's sweet kiss
might last forever.
So, sever heart in yellow wisdom,
blow your dormant fields
to furrow hibernating glances of ocean romance,
glowing trance to sing what wind exposes,
turning spades of everglade moonstone,
churning earth-bone,
never sleeping.
I want to sow your wilder need,
keeping seed
to bloom in ice storm,
where leaves will always urge
and scatter,
matter
moving mind to shatter,
clattered cusp,
inside the whisper of your hollow.
In a list
A contest entry
- A WALK IN YOUR GARDEN by Richard Adams, A Winkling #76. by Lyndon.
2800 points, ended May 18, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
very moving...
I enjoyed reading your poem. It is full of vivid vocabulary and creates a feeling with the words you so aptly use.
I like the verse about Love's sweet kiss lasting forever. Were we all that naive?
"Inside the whisper of your hollow," is a scary line. It raises a question about your garden and leaves me with plenty to ponder over.
Well done.
-
Wow. That first sentence just set the image beautifully. I love your descriptions.
"planted order in the wake of neglect" - and here lies the mature thought to compliment the preceding painting.
A beautiful garden that sings lovely internal rhyme and earthy need. Well done. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
-
How brilliant this is and filled with so much emotion as we wander though your garden of such mixed wonder to wander through
Lynda
-
"finger pulling ancient innovation
where you, of course,
planted order in the wake of neglect.
I suspect,
only petunias
are naive enough
to believe love's sweet kiss
might last forever."
Sighhh...Only petunias & Poets, my dear Friend. This is gorgeous, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest to my favorite wild seed~sower. 
Wanda
Adding your comment:
