- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Reap what you sow
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Click hereA bone dry exhale
torn by Joshua tree spikes
and Cancer's zenith bites,
takes the highway north,
to hit a San whatever valley,
a burst of ash for arid lungs.
Seasonal bees in raggedy hats
flock like wilted petals around
precious barrels, huddle
on the dubious shade side
of silk thin vines.
Soon enough a ridge will
claim the day, weary feet
tread onward on egg shells.
Ans stories murmured in the
shade of vines dance idly on
from ear to ear.
Reed baskets half full of grapes,
heart baskets bursting of legends.
- COMMENTS
PoetGuyover 13 years agoThat may be Poet Guy's lazy reading. He apologizes for that.
Kind of dreamily good, in any case.
UnderYourSpellover 13 years agoI had to slow down and read it again before the full glory hit me amd when I did I was entranced by how great a poem this is, every line a gem and it's going straight into my favourites
vrosej10over 13 years agoI got death in the desert from this one. It's a ripper, full of juicy, creepy imagery and I love it. So vivid and evocative. Getting a recommend.
Esperanza_Hidalgoover 13 years agoare a personal fav in poetry. These are vivid, along with feeling the air for acrid lungs.
Maria2394over 13 years agopoetry is what I have come to expect from you and I am never disappointed. Thank you for this lovely desert-scape on this chillingly cold day.
~maria
Angelineover 13 years agoand a great example for me of one of those poems I don't need to totally get: it just sounds lovely to say it. I will say though that I love how delicately what I think is the message is woven into the sound and dance, spiderweb tentative and beautiful.
