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Click hereheavy horses
pulled the plow
and seemed to know –
the Earth yielded
offered up
her sacred wombs
her fragrant furrows
riddled with burrows –
the Wind’s warm whisper
induced the Trees to dance
and rattle their leaves
and Honeybees
to nectar-filled reveries –
overhead
a Hawk swirled
in the Breeze
spiraled in circles
one, two, three
a very enjoyable poem / smooth, easy on the ears and eyes / a very nice and gentle touch /
and with a sensual nod to Neruda, Paz--you know what I mean. :)
I love the occasional rhyme. Just enough for a faint tune.
jd4george,
I don't put a whole lot of thought into form -- i just play with the words -- i like to play with sound sometimes -- alliteration -- rhyme -- i like to play with "meaning" -- i go with "whatever-sounds-right" to my internal ear -- my automatic poetry pilot, if you will, I trust him -- and i write in this little pocket notebook, so that puts a limit on line length lol -- i mostly just play and let the unconscious (collective or personal ?) take care of the rest. And, I am infauted, obsessed with the Woman, the Earth Mother, The Goddess, as subject matter. Thanks for your comments.
A couple of musings... I'm not sure if I wanted more "heavy horses", or not. The fact that I asked myself this was good.
Off-rhymes aside, is there a specific form here that mandated abandoning the rhyme of the last two lines?