»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #46
»
Lambs
| Open Poetry #46 |
|
Lambs |
|
|
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Lambs As dusk belies, an inquiry of sod and night voice makes victory chants Drawn there, to the edge of swollen waters, entertained by savvy saints Those with red breast and those with red wings, always the first to gossip They enchant me, in my cashmere blue eyes and Saturday open toes It’s not that we aren’t familiar it’s that their rendition of seasons is so much broader So much more vivid than I would ever express across a two lane gaze And as the evening sets a little chilly, there is something to be said for a little more exposure Dropping button down to mid sigh, so that the shape of your hands will cover more ground Oh, I throw my head back having a conversation in search of my nerve Until, out of nowhere, the outline of your breath shades me from the fog And I realize that I was simply singing chorus to your Alto; flushed in the pause Copyright Kkh 4-17-10 [This message has been edited by ThisDiamond (04-18-2010 10:09 AM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2010 Kathleen Harris - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
you always write of nature so beautifully...this one is no exception...lovely, indeed... |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
