"verdancy" poems
our love making
early this morning
was slow and exquisite
and made me think of moss
all green verdancy and
softness,
gently enveloping moistness
always close to water
the ultimate source of life
simple but enduring
green earth velveteen
a soft place to fall
but then....
it may have just been
the feel of your soft scratchy
stubble
against the tender skin of
my inner thigh
either way....
thinking on it now
arouses me....again.
again... again.....
moss
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
green,
jaded by this world's jealousy
I covet only a field of young wheat
in which to lay and
watch the lemon-lime
seed heads sway in the wind.
to hear the sussurant whispers
as the heads, heavy with potential
rub one to another
in a constant dance.
feeling the earth warm beneath me
the smell of growth and verdancy
pungent in my nostrils.
contemplating chlorophyll and photosynthesis
. ... and cell structures
watching a olive green grasshopper
crawl up the stalk of the plant and
balance on the head, before leaping
into the field,
absorbed within the
shuffling hues of green.
melding with the rythm of the ants
as they march and
marveling at the butterflys dance
green, green,
seeding into my self,
growing little tendrils of life....
that tickle my weary soul and
etch a smile upon my face...
green.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Wizened, like the mountain ridges in the west,
you gazed across the desk at me, rheumy eyes unblinking,
and asked me what I wanted from life
When I answered, the blue opacity of your gaze seemed to sharpen
and pierce my soul
you clasped your hands comfortably, and rolled your ancient shoulders back
- trees rippled in the ridges of your crisply pressed shirt -
and you told me, with your well-worn voice, that you would exert every effort
to give me all the tools I needed to succeed
as you blinked, our conference ended, like the sun had gone down
I was free to leave, but lingered
your short white hair crested your brow like a fresh snowcap, you
had ravines beside your eyes, and smiled like a canyon
so I turned to go
And it occurred to me, as I left the inclines of your presence for
the flat horizons of my daily life, that I
would like to have the same peace that flowed
through your being,
it would be a healthy rain to the desert of my soul.
I longed to have the verdancy that you had - you,
forty years my senior; you put my youth to shame
but soon you would be my teacher, and
you would not let me go to waste
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
-
i couldn’t call you smoke, gaseous,
(though you are organic by definition)
for you [(we)re] mostly the milky ringlets
of ethanol drops in water, aqueous
always reacting
breaking bonds
without combustion
burning tight-rope bridges
you could barely balance
with the released chemical
energy and unknown power
of your lips sepa/r/ating
to smi(rk?)le
so(me)one pruned your boughs back
so coldly
your flower dreams grayed
to sustain your verdancy
aren’t you tired?
-
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
on the opposite side of
the world
the green budded fingernails
of the frangipani unfurl
to their lush full verdancy
all the flowers stand tall
to see the sun
and open coloured arms
for a full-scented hug
the birds are all a twitter
with nursery nests
and sqeaking chirking beaks
and in the pond small rafts of gelatinous eggs are watched over by frogs
there is that wonderful
tang of warm salt and
eucalypt wafting inthe breeze
autumn for us down
under just a pleasant
memory...
here we now look forward
to the summer sun..
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
*Temptations glisten
Wants of youth burn in the sun
In moist grass growing*
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
I swim in verdancy on my back; let the greyness wash my face
Atop the top of the toppest valley
Only half of me is here; I am only half here
Inhale, Exhale
I Take in the masterpiece above me; branches intertwining
People could learn from the trees
On my left I have Nothing; Nothing sticks around
Until he grew restless and took the path on my right
As my lids fall in tire; the Earth embraces me in sweet arms
Lying in my bed of worries
The wind so tender, so dear, kneels down to meet my cheek
And the leaves mutter in joy
When Nothing goes right; I find solace in trees
Let myself drown in the shade of natural love.
And patiently I wait for the sun to wake up
to illuminate the masterpiece
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
I want to bring you high upon a mountaintop
to rest in the clouds themselves
and look out over the valley,
a sweep of Creation for us alone.
By night we will nest in the warmth of knowing
and belonging.
But here you remain.
Do you not wish to awaken to God's verdancy?
Breathe the very breath of the earth?
Tell me. I do not understand.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
in the corner of my left eye
i feel the blooming of
a migraine begin
occluding all reason
nailing pain to my brain
and causing civility to flee before the tornado wrath
of assualted sysnapses
time becomes distorted
like algea in a summer pond
the verdancy of the ache
looks pretty
yet underneath i suffocate
the time of darkness
begins...
to bloom like a carrion flower....
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
( Haiku )
1
Autumn Burns
Fall of memories
Past potentialities
All the red lit leaves
2
Crowning
At end of all days
Sky is regal vermillion
Mellow is the sun
3
Sweet Spot
O what pleasures here
Deep down in her drowning ***
Joy wells echoing
4
Verdancy
Temptations glisten
Wants of youth burn in the sun
In moist grass growing
5
Bird Song
Speaking in God tongues
Sprite melodies in mid air
Leaved bushes burning
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Outside the darkness
coiling and cold;
Inside - the garden,
balming and gold.
Sheer walls of obsidian
no structure was higher
Gleam’d black and unyielding
To petrify endless chatt’ring liars
Through dew dappled verdancy
sweet laughter sings soft in the air
bucolic days drifting, hazy and lazy
(ignoring the shadows that aren't really there)
From thunderous flashing torrent
Plucked from the devil’s maw
Under the Aegis of Truth
you can’t hurt me anymore
With warmth, sun, soothing rain
We sow ageless golden seed
From when you stopped mattering -
is when I was freed.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
When she was with Summer she missed the allurement of snow
and yet when winter came along, she missed Sunshine, you know...
and since she couldn't choose either of the two, she married spring
for even the verdancy in the eyes of spring did happiness bring.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC