Open Poetry #21 |
Fruit Of Labor |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
In the weakness of today The strength for tomorrow will soar With mistakes cultivating seeds In the moisture of tears of pain Blossoming in great detail Toiling with the cultivation of a new sprout In the delicate originality within You carefully experiment with its placement In an arrangement that soothes the mind Gaining the depth to expound from it The refinement of a fine exclamation In the pedicure of taking root In a well crafted pruning Sending forth the fruit of labor Sometimes vinegar sends you gasping For something to put it on On a side dish of failure A dill sends your taste floundering Until you find the right combination To put it with Joining in a tasty union Apple cider brings possibilities But it can only hold the high ground For a short while For soon the taste of the words Will need major revisions So with the roses of pride And the cactus of determination You set out to vintage thoughts Striving for one unique taste That the perception will be yours Claiming gratification of endless smiles So keep pruning your master graft The one that will claim an eternity Each delicate bud offers a part of the magic As each one is joined in a special universe Soon the potpourri of aromatic pleasure Devours you in a taste so unique The adrenaline implodes in such an orgasm In color with such depth you sigh Rising to the spiritual high heavens Then climaxing back into your self Having accomplished the goal Drained of ambition you savor victory But over the horizon lies tomorrow The strength needed will have to be revamped Email me if at [email protected] D.Lester Young (07/03/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
You say so much here, but the line that jumps out at me "On a side dish of failure" Ouch. Sandra |
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