endure it worth the struggle now,
having once or twice failed in the bouncy frolics
for reasons mute and awkward-
the flesh was willing but the spirit balked:
given a lack of advance for base gestures,
we sometimes stall in winter,
despite the promise of daffodils
piercing the rain drenched earth.
recovering, we measure a diamond cut
or offer a weedy bloom that is plucked
from plots expecting slicing harrows,
(the weakness of the planting
does not diminish love,
it only asks for letters-
but these cannot explain
an unplumbable set of facets)
which part of the hidden lips
should a winter kiss caress?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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ReplyDeleteYou've taken a moment in time and made that moment even more beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSome would say such in one sentence (maybe two), but the journey would not be as rewarding, as the one you've given this reader.
Lovely write, you.
BTW I deleted the above comment because it didn't make sense! Even you wouldn't have understood it!