Saturday, May 30, 2015
softer as on normal days
the new leaves long turned dark green
the meadow (where we lay)
gained purple and yellow
as being touched
as if it noticed the change
just in time a moving out of the way
the crashing thunder
as you fell from the sky
a down pour
how could i have known?
as the sun kept shining
dark grey thoughts opposing
the hammering continues
love songs keep playing
we pick the petals from a daisy just to see
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
And it is not just the swimming.
Outside all day
Walking leisurely half naked in the heat.
No mosquitoes to speak of
just butterflies and bees and yes some pesky houseflies.
We are outside till late at night..
And the sun always out and as usual always up.
Blue skies and just a little breeze for perfection
The leaves i forgot when they appeared,
but full green was reached in just a few days.
Plants are growing inches per day.
flowers blooming everywhere.
And it is not even June!
Winter is this year truly far away.
Monday, May 25, 2015
you gotta live it babe
high frequency sensations
red hot feelings in the low light night
spiders reflecting an orange glow
dark blue ripples
the sand is hot
the way it should be
white granite polished like the old sink
you are so beautiful
like the zen beaches of black rocks in the sand
like the deep moss forest where the spiders live
the sink is in the old french house
where we were supposed to live
you the mountain
i the lake
i caress your feet
but you stand above me
out of reach
if it wasn't for the elegant lupine
reaching over, laying low
always, always the sand saves me
mountains, falling rock
all in perfect order down to the finest grain
i don't want to know now, that one day it will be clay
remember i was born from the clay
where do i look for you when it is our time again
still i vibrate
still caught in your web
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
of course i am the water
how did i miss
that i flow gently over the seabed
dotted with tiny flowers pink and purple
how far away i hear a bird?
through the sound of the sea
swimming in me
are creatures i have never seen
just felt when passing through
when i look up
bluegreen algae my lashes
i see you on the distant shore
mirroring your face
unaware that it is me
nothing do we know
me the sea
it's if i was a young girl that lives in the forest
Thursday, May 7, 2015
In a book by Martha Baillie
I wish i would have written it....
on that day
when i wrote that slightly perverted poem
Martha describes it more with the softness i felt when laying beside them, witnessing such wonder, to me she also captures the slight feeling of being lost... which i felt on that day, when i was aching for simple loving.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
His gaze straight ahead.
The green speculum showing.
A small crevice.
Suddenly the front wheels of the jeep sink in.
After bouncing through the desert,
the ground littered with dense tufts of grass,
first looking out over the land from a high ridge.
up to the axles in mud.
In that instant he remembered;
the slivers being pulled out of festering skin.
A baby? they ask
The pendulum slowly swinging.
A real life, soft, pink, gurgling, baby in a cradle!?
The laughter, the pure joy.
Everything coming together.
An abbreviation of events.
Infinite softness experienced.