Seething gray inches smoothly
Through big, West plates
Filled with faithful evergreens.
Morning is too soon, but
Swimming vines, gripping softly,
Simmer the stew of life.
Pliable comets of bodies of silk,
Velvety lotions of wild hormones,
Promise of a day with no other agenda,
Adoration blooming without fear,
Shaking with bright foreshadowing,
Not waiting for the blackness to
Smother and scare the gray.
Hoping explosive, calming reds of
Evening to come will fuse the old,
Broken grounds of love’s history.
Dreaming anticipation of
Cushioned, soft playgrounds to come
Will forbid unwanted guests of
Torture and hopelessness.
Knowing that hope and those
Brilliant, deep, blue eyes
Will conquer the meaninglessness.
Let her work, God, please
Let her cover me in warm chains of
Silk, comforting with blue waves.
Please let her protect me from
All of the evil, heavy swarms of
Vicious wolves who love to harm daily.
#1 by Marian on January 15, 2011 - 10:21 pm
please, please, please….
#2 by Evelyn on January 15, 2011 - 10:33 pm
“Dreaming anticipation of
Cushioned, soft playgrounds to come”
again, this one seems very well composed, honed.
#3 by Carl on January 15, 2011 - 10:51 pm
Thank you so much, Evelyn! You are very kind – Those are generous words!
#4 by Evelyn on January 17, 2011 - 9:16 pm
not generous. you can see progression…
its obvious to me anyway…:)
#5 by Life: Between the lines on January 16, 2011 - 9:07 am
This is a different style for you 🙂 It is interesting. Sorry for the lateness, let me go read the others 🙂
#6 by Carl on January 16, 2011 - 10:49 am
Thank you for your comment…Different style or different content? 🙂
#7 by Jingle on January 16, 2011 - 10:25 am
wow, you have many talents…
thanks for sharing…
Do attend poetry potluck tonight, week 18 theme: language, signs, and symbols…..feel free to shjare any old poems or poems unrelated to our theme…
#8 by Carl on January 16, 2011 - 10:50 am
Thank you for your comment, Jingle! I will contemplate that theme – It is a good one.