I am the only thing
that dies in the spring. Falling,
not lifting myself.
In the dawn of my youth
my innocent eyes saw the same different things.
Everything was great.
Those simple pieces of nothing
I perceived as thrills that
steered my emotions in the perfect directions.
In the spring of my innocence
any object held was a toy.
Every obstacle was a game.
Inside every box, bag, or envelope was a present.
Behind every door, wall, shut window
everything I couldn't see was beautiful.
Then the door opens and I am led to my reality,
disappointed that there is no burst of color.
the earth is awakening
in warm quiet winds
as the sky welcomes soft rains
giving life to hibernating foliage
the earth is blossoming
in leaves in flowers in birdsong
swaying opening soaring
reaching towards the infant sun
the earth is laughing
in greens in yellows in pinks
in rainbows after rain
in wet pavement beneath dancing feet
the earth is dancing
in the swaying of branches
and children on swings
perfectly content that it is spring
I will not go quietly, or do as you say
or extinguish my light, just to act in your play
I will never endure all your senseless remarks
That spring from the weakness you keep in the dark
I’ve often been fooled by the words of a friend
who led me on blindly to treacherous ends
I’ve allowed you to hurt me I’ve opened my heart
As you filled it with poison and tore it apart
I will stare at the sun as my anger takes form
I will climb to great heights in the gut of the storm.
I will curse this false trust that ensnares me like rope
that binds my torn wrists and suffocates hope.
I will let my voice sound from the top of this hill
I will sing, I will dance, I will laugh, yes, I will
I give myself a break
to slip into the lonely woods
to rest awhile on the green cape
drown in the seasons’ moods.
I seek a patch of soft grass
sheltered in the shade of a tree
smell from the air the wooded hush
and spend awhile carefree.
Just then my eyes come to rest
on the canopied acacia tree
where the birds dressed for spring fest
twitter in boundless glee.
I want this frame to freeze in my stare
sealed in my heart for good
I wouldn’t last but it would be there
my time in the beauteous woods.
Under dapplespot boughs, where
Crunch 'neath feet, the dry decay:
Mold and leaf, eater so eaten
This hall, woven of wood,
Is the kept secret, wherein green
knights clash sunstruck swords
As lopped limbs grow anew,
Sprung from moldearth to
Spring in skyward birth
This woodleaf queen
With roseflare cheeks
and frostbite lips
But between are eyes:
Riots of green sun
Dances of fickle leaf
Their reign is of flit and flicker
Eater so eaten
Here under dapplespot boughs
I was broken the first day I fell in love
made up of spring blooms and teen heart songs
I gave the world such precious babes
still beating, still pulsing
through poisoned air by filthy words
and touches I was told to accept
Foul play was never pure intention
it never touches hearts
crumbling instead, dry ice in viens
colder than the frosts on late crops
you left it through summers, autumns, winters, and springs, but never gave thought to years and five, and ten, and twenty
thousand of the nights spent wondering how the secrets came flooding through the cracks of well built homes without one mention of transgression
without one mention of “how could we let this happen in the first place”
like a dream remembered,
a gift bestowed for no reason, save mine.
Conscious discovery yielding an oasis
from tempest or doldrum.
Without the energy or tension of a search
No plan born from need or design
No thoughtful execution of a magazine get-away
Luxurious coincidence, well cherished
Faithful lawn chair positioned for comforted discovery
A bath of sunlight and blue, still skies
Occupied birds singing faint chorus to joy and spring
Not begging for attention or warning, lest they disturb.
A cool spot found beneath the sheets by my wandering toes
When warmth has stayed too long and threatens to be wearisome
Lounging in the arms of my beloved, just longer than expected
The sweet kiss of familiar lips full and lingering
Chance audience to a little one's discovery
When no one is watching, a glimpse
the unfolding world of a child
Echoing back to wonder and a reminder
The observed gait of a cat in open grass
Her movement and mechanics newly seen
Exquisite design for her own purposes
And a glimpse into a world that is not ours
Not demanding attention
They pale my designs and grand efforts
They embarrass the clumsy media
With the slow fall of a reddened leaf in autumn
Dancing this way and that to find its place on earth
Inviting me to see
She stands just so
Afraid to touch
The man in front of her
She touches him briefly
On his warm cheeks
As she reaches for his face
And asks him softly
Are you real
Holding her thus
He traces his smile
With her fingers to feel his joy
That shines from his lips
Yes love I am real
Then moving her fingers
Gently across his lips
Are thine lips for real?
Will we kiss in bliss?
Holding her thus
He kisses each finger
That caresses his lips
Yes, love their real
You have such beautiful eyes
That smile from within
Are they for real
She lightly touches
His lash’s and gasps
He looks upon her face
Her almond shaped eyes
So soft and kind
Her lush tender lips
Just right to kiss
Yes love they are real
These eyes gaze upon her beauty
To memorize each curve
Each wonderful shade
That is hers alone…he sighs with bliss
I am real my love
Tears spring to her eyes
And as the droplets
Cascade down her
Warm tender cheeks
He asks quickly with urgency
Why do you cry?
She blushes feeling suddenly shy
Moreover, tries to smile her best smile
It is all true then dreams do come true
You are my Mr. Right
He smiles softly in her eyes
And sweeps her off her feet
As he kisses her gently on her lips
And whispers in one breathe
Your damn right I am
Nice to meet you Mrs. Right
©Kaila George 2012
Let’s go out in the green wide glade
Enjoy the warmth of spring’s sun
the fresh air of spring in a lush green grass
You sit forlorn at your window
How long have you been this way?
Do not be weary my dearie..
Come out at once and feel the air of spring around you
Stand here in the middle of the field and turn around
Can you see the beautiful scented flowers?
Red, gold, orange and green...
Touch the red rose buds, the blossoming tulips...
The colorful daisies and the yellow daffodils..
All are here on a spring day, so you don't miss it..
Close your eyes now.. can you hear the songs?
The chirping of the birds..
The Unique spring songs
The busy bees orchestra
Singing sweet love songs
The songs of spring...