My Lesson Soft Spring Love

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My Lesson Soft Spring Love

 
He stood like an oak, tall and firm
  proud of his life and all that he'd learned
    rigid-set stare, no he didn't dare...  to squirm
 
He wanted to droop, out there in the sun
  he felt like a candle, in a solar oven
    but it was clear, he had fear, of the one
 
The BOHEMYTH being, more loud and mean
  than volcanic steam
    with a gardener's trowel
    that could break the bough
      of any bushman
 
Now suddenly there
  in his empty stare
by the real trees... a she
  moved with ease
    into his vision, oh beware
      of the BOHEMYTH nightmare
So he will, be still
 
Like a statute with eyes, he tries
  to watch her glide, her graceful stride
    so perfect, he sighs
 
He never in life had seen a view
  where wanting was blessed with a sweet honey hue
    black eyes like the pot to hold the gold
      that poured like lace around her face
 
A shy little smile of blushing rose
  tinted with red where passion grows
    and she SEES him, he knows
 
A vision of rain, for his sun-baked pores
  he begs for more, come closer little amor
 
And from his motionless, rooted stance
  his heart beats fast, to the mating dance
 
An angel in air, she comes to greet
  the strongest bushman in summer's heat
    and like a breeze she whispers, "Oh, wheat,
      I'm a little butterfly, and I'm sorry I made you cry...
        when I landed with heavy feet."
 
 
*from the "Say NO to Webs" Series
 

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dahlusion commented on My Lesson Soft Spring Love

09-23-2010

The good thing in keeping "older" poems is we get to find them, and this find is simply lovely as if turning a rock to find a pearl. Oh, my, how i love this line: "Oh, wheat, I'm a little butterfly, and I'm sorry I made you cry... when I landed with heavy feet."—Bravo!!

MarionYost commented on My Lesson Soft Spring Love

04-04-2010

I like the way this flows very smooth and entertaining all the best. -Marion-

Marsink commented on My Lesson Soft Spring Love

04-04-2010

This is absolutely creative, flowing beauty of vision: streaming and undulating in the spring breeze that it captures. The words are in a cadence of dance and time of phrases in frolic! Metaphorical mastery!

BringMeBullets commented on My Lesson Soft Spring Love

03-29-2010

Ahh... Strength is the core of life. You shine bright in this one, and it impresses me. I am amazed at your descriptions as always. A great write. Thank you for sharing.

dancinghawk commented on My Lesson Soft Spring Love

03-21-2010

oh, lovely! i didn't see that coming ... well told, so many clues and i didn't even guess there was a mystery until the end, lol ... compassionate perspective on the wheat, lol, in the baking sun ... and just filled with beautiful lines ... and not just a complete tale, smoothly and imaginatively told ... but a myth, complete with hero and beast, honor, courage, doubt, fear, desire ... really fantastic write ... thx for posting! -dh

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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