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You in Rockhollow
Title: You in Rockhollow
Twenty Four of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Twenty-One
#NaPoWriMo19
The air has cooled and sky is blasted white in a predictable haze.
Barefoot I step,
step down from concrete
to wood,
to earth and lawn.
You are with me always.
A butterfly, white but tinged green
flits across the honesty, cat tries to catch it, I shoo her away. A bee fly hovers above the arenaria, a leaf cutter eats away at my New Zealand giant forget me not, aphids ravage the roses, a snail slithers across the moss covered trough
and I don't really mind - nature living life
abundantly.
You turn the radio on, sing to a song we both know, lift the cold frame roofs to allow ventilation, kiss my cheek.
There isn't a human who fulfills my need for human experience like you.
I miss our quiet days, and the ways
we'd potter freely,
touch skin nearly,
compared opinions,
cherish our planet and each other dearly.
Our time will come, in Summer sun, again.
Twenty Four of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Twenty-One
#NaPoWriMo19
The air has cooled and sky is blasted white in a predictable haze.
Barefoot I step,
step down from concrete
to wood,
to earth and lawn.
You are with me always.
A butterfly, white but tinged green
flits across the honesty, cat tries to catch it, I shoo her away. A bee fly hovers above the arenaria, a leaf cutter eats away at my New Zealand giant forget me not, aphids ravage the roses, a snail slithers across the moss covered trough
and I don't really mind - nature living life
abundantly.
You turn the radio on, sing to a song we both know, lift the cold frame roofs to allow ventilation, kiss my cheek.
There isn't a human who fulfills my need for human experience like you.
I miss our quiet days, and the ways
we'd potter freely,
touch skin nearly,
compared opinions,
cherish our planet and each other dearly.
Our time will come, in Summer sun, again.
Published 24th Apr 2019
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24th Apr 2019 9:43am
24th Apr 2019 11:19am
'Lovely imagery' sprang to mind just before seeing the above comment by LivDiane.
"aphids ravage the roses"
... are you familiar with Reginald Arkell's poem 'Greenfly'?, from a different era (published 1934) which my mother often quoted.
"aphids ravage the roses"
... are you familiar with Reginald Arkell's poem 'Greenfly'?, from a different era (published 1934) which my mother often quoted.
26th Apr 2019 7:29pm
This is just beautiful. You can feel through your poems that your life life is poetry.
