a little of what I do...
Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 9:40 pm
I hope this is appropriate...I wrote a poem for Carm and thought I would share it here. It's the best way to describe what kind of poetry I write
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His boots sink into
The succulent grass.
He pulls his shirt
Over his head.
Her curves, her undulations, beckon him.
The gentle summer hum of
Bees, crickets, roof thumping wasps.
Snatches of song
From robins, cardinals, jays
The castanet echo of the pileated
Woodpecker
His heart beat quickens
The golden sun on his back
Sends trickles of sweat
Downward
Drowsy hot days
Like these
Are when he yearns for her most
When he carves a little space in his day for her
Often, as the subtle shifts in light
Become long shadows
He bathes her gently
Droplets, little planets,
cling, glisten.
Even his atoms smile
As, finally, he straddles her.
She is a steady throbbing
Beneath him, purring.
He lets out the clutch
And they hunger
For the unturned soil
Yonder.
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untitled
His boots sink into
The succulent grass.
He pulls his shirt
Over his head.
Her curves, her undulations, beckon him.
The gentle summer hum of
Bees, crickets, roof thumping wasps.
Snatches of song
From robins, cardinals, jays
The castanet echo of the pileated
Woodpecker
His heart beat quickens
The golden sun on his back
Sends trickles of sweat
Downward
Drowsy hot days
Like these
Are when he yearns for her most
When he carves a little space in his day for her
Often, as the subtle shifts in light
Become long shadows
He bathes her gently
Droplets, little planets,
cling, glisten.
Even his atoms smile
As, finally, he straddles her.
She is a steady throbbing
Beneath him, purring.
He lets out the clutch
And they hunger
For the unturned soil
Yonder.