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Crocuses Peeking
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Crocuses Peeking There are crocuses peeking and all I do is turn away, slide my feet from their view. Rubber pressing sand - and concrete - scraping. Leaving green aside, and new. They come always - on the right, splitting blankets, in two, shaving off the little sides that carry most. And there are blossoms whispering and life inside the trees, but I find myself with blisters stinging and answers high and swept in to. I couldn't count the ways they reach or sing, or look long enough for you. I am like a mango in the afternoon, lost among the stand or puzzles fallen frantically and tea stained rhymes in hand,... and they are crocuses - peeking, birthing to my right. And so I walk away and wonder still, what stepping pale and turning from will do. Wishing purple could have held me there - instead of pushing me from you. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Bittersweet and poignant....loving Spring, but missing the love lost from your heart. I truly enjoyed reading this one....you penned it well, my friend!!  Live...Love...Be grateful for both!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And there are blossoms whispering and life inside the trees, but I find myself with blisters stinging and answers high and swept in to. I couldn't count the ways they reach or sing, or look long enough for you. I am like a mango in the afternoon, lost among the stand or puzzles fallen frantically and tea stained rhymes in hand,... and they are crocuses - peeking, birthing to my right. And so I walk away and wonder still, what stepping pale and turning from will do. Wishing purple could have held me there - instead of pushing me from you. =========================== ahh ... look at me girlie... working those metaphors and kissing them with way cool rhyme divine... Now its my turn to print and take this to the porch... for this one will be reread and its many meanings discovered many times.. and it needs to be read in the morning sun, on this spring day... for all the bulbs of spring are popping up in my yard... but there are no mangos...  thou I more see you as a rose... petals of grace and fragrance .. thorns commanding respect. very very cool write A... I have missed reading your words. I love your imperfections ... I love your everything ... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
SpitFire--I guess spring can be all over, but if it's not in the heart, it is still winter...I hope you find the loving tools with which to water, so happiness can grow. Hugs! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Your imagery is pristine--as always...crocuses peeking....a mango...(gotta love that) I would love to take one of those long walks with you---I love the way your mind works...and the way you translate the thoughts for all of us! Thank you. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I have not read your poetry in a while. But as always, you write great. No words I can say that can describe your fire that you spit with your lovely lips. Ronil (One becomes god only when they have fully understood the role of being a human being.) |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
wow this is beautiful i found in my library? Kindly, |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SpitFire~ Well look what popped up in the forum garden ! 'I am like a mango in the afternoon, lost among the stand or puzzles fallen frantically and tea stained rhymes in hand,... and they are crocuses - peeking, birthing to my right' I enjoyed the view of the blossoming. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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