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Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:23 pm
by judih
spring is on the tip of the tongue
and then,
a hummingbird plucks it from your lips
such is the fragility of change
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:43 pm
by Marksman45
A daffodil told me,
"it is spring now"
and giggled.
and though I love the daffodils,
I didn't believe her
until a hummingbird told me the same thing
and flitted away to kiss a pear blossom.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:43 pm
by WIREMAN
the class clown
chomped down
on a daffodil, all
the pretty girls
laffed, even tho
he was crass, the
way he did it
was funny ya see
smackin' his lips
with a tongue
lickin' lickity split
he spewed for
the rest of that
day............
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:47 pm
by judih
pour hot water over rosemary sprigs
i want to sip this spring eve
with the scent of hot days to come
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:56 pm
by WIREMAN
drink it down
as the birds sing
and the kids roll
joints on the corner
with the cat bird
cawing away...........
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:57 pm
by Lightning Rod
Verna is the Goddess of Spring
she has a tiny rose tattoo
right at the curve of her back
where her hip thrusts into April
She rules all things including
rust and cracks and moisture.
between her legs is
the smell of the wilderness.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 3:59 pm
by panta rhei
rosemary brewed with sunshine
daffodils chomped
by blissful spring grins
this day rolls
down the warm hill
sip by sip
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:00 pm
by MatBe
drunkin' stupor
I be in
spring is here
the mountain boys
down south will be
makin' their moonshine
sending it north to my parts
there is still snow here
during the day
it melts away
my room is messy
strewn about, dusty
time to clean
be anew
as I emerge from
my deep winter
cacoon
daff
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:01 pm
by judih
http://www.southern.com/sue/art/brightday.jpg
succulence is an allergy
take a long walk to Siberia
and wait for dryer times
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:01 pm
by panta rhei
the smell of wilderness
warm damp earth
freshly cut grass
pines in the wind
and a flute's sound
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:02 pm
by panta rhei
snowy crusts
evaporating into scents
of fresh days:
winter cocoon
relenting
flew -t
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:04 pm
by judih
flew-t
a flock of storks
watch the green
cocoon
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:05 pm
by judih
a timid cocoon
relents its hold
and out pop silk-dyed eyes
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:06 pm
by panta rhei
birds returning
filling sky
and hopes
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 4:07 pm
by Lightning Rod
It was one of those days
when the sun was smiling
and I could only think of
daffodil fellatio or
hum-jobs from
the oak breathing in
and breathing out
waiting to erupt in
a storm of pollen and semen