SO much Summer splashed dressed woman wearing
pan-caked Sun clothing; burning me
in red shoes- legs twisted;
the railway of a station
WE(me?) have big words
to0 much so we never spake
Jesters like fluttering
Spring butterflies swaying(
saying(what love might b(m)e))
a romantically painful
moment
I threw-up nectar
and she flew away with
sugar upon her virgin
tongue to love someone
else in this life.
And the beauty of flowers
are for everyone!
:: 08-05-2015 ::
Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within
we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings
this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower
there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:
not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
why not human? oh why?
:: 07-25-2015 ::
WHEN mountains move
and sun dances
and rivers sing —
a melancholic
elegance my dreamy
charm;
the female sensitivity
that feather brush
upon my heart as
an angel’s wing!
your genius is within
your heart!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
YOU, SUNFLOWER my personal Nation
the native of beauty as well — harvested
love-seed!
i am slightly bent as a stem against
changing winds
tall of course, my face of bright yellow then
again brown center – sometimes red!
my heavy head-filled with tears(sometimes)
seeds
a remarkable flower am i,
tough, easy to grow– as long as the soil
is not waterlogged
and heat! drought-tolerant!
attractive to BEES and BIRDS
like my heart and soul bee!
me: SUNFLOWER
:: 07-08-2015 ::
To be-bee is buzzing
more sound and then
so loved by bearing
seldom than honey!
SO-be so bee be love
my pure nature-heart!
It’s mostly scent
upon the tip of a moon-
lit hungry heart!
than all the bee-life
is so richly sweet!
I see-me most insanely
and the biggest star
of life: sun ! — A N D
takes me-my soul away unto
that/WHEN all LIFE
which only is higher
than skies who drench
those fields of my heart!
remember::bees::me:: life!
:: 06-29-2015 ::
IF pears compare
to apples smile
then fruit is key;
the orchid of hearts!
And if rivers roar
like stone’s ashore
then water is rock
and time, smooth
My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!
The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!
:: ~ ::
THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
WHAT fear that burns!
that all the eye can see —
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
lost within its night…
on a beautiful day
of mourning light!
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