in the face of spring~
tulips eye the first rain drop~
ahead of sunshine~


Logan Robertson


5/28/2019

A natural resources
That is needed by all beings
Humans, animals, plants and soil
Are all water dependent

Not the attraction a boy of ten
has for his peers
he was not even among
the intimate friends
yet a kind of lust I felt
when he was around
a flutter and denser breath
and in his absence
paling of all else.

That early seeding
was a hushed gust
blowing awhile in the ravine of
deep south.

Pretty girls emerged from the dust
and the first man in me
grew out of first love.

Now that I'm single
I can give my love for garlic
The attention it deserves

“Greater than the acquisition of poetry I cannot envisage,
Poetry enters ones heart and soul brings life to one’s melancholy,
It can come into your life leaving you with a promise of future,  
So that one will be clutched to affiance of poetic peroration
I am now that which is clutched to such an affiance,
As that of a nest in the tree clenched to sapling twigs,
And so I shall vow to accept this affiance for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018 #154 Posted HP

Rains bring benevolence
Trickles to spurts
Blowing love and life
In that dead sun's blot
In the beautiful garden
Rains glitter the indigo blue
Harbouring the drainage
Invidious with stroke of brush
That never seem to suffice
Hands that rub jocular sunsets
The bounty of nature's fragrance
Are the hands that are crushed
Crushed into pieces by the creator..