National Poetry Month… Day 4 This is my third year of doing this. WOW. I’m sharing with you the poem I wrote for this day 3 NaPoWrMo’s ago. And then todays little ditty.
IRELAND IN SPRING
This was the poem for 4th of April 2011.
the wind rocked the house
last night.
trembled me deep into
folds of cover
it wrestled my dreams
into a flurry of April
storm grey
where the waters rise
subterranean
my breath is lost
to a drown
that consumes my
spring green
smothers my red buds
rails and rolls
screams and hellions
the busy dreamers
hunger for silence.
it comes in Sun
light sheets
cast over the dreamers
body
drawing the drown
away
to another woman’s sea
awakened to silence
laid wide open
where the night
wrath is lost
to the rise of a new
day.
For today… on the ‘all hail’ to the Sun on this 4th of April, 2013… here’s what’s rolling off my finger from my mind/heart.
it’s better to let what is be as it will
there’s no stoppin’ it in the extend
of a heart that finds new hunger
to feed on for whatever
reason under the Sun
and the rise of Spring’s fever
Can’t get away from the fever
you want it like a hot kiss
like an urgent naked sprawl
against any surface that might
hold heat for the quick desire
happy for the panting, the sticky
moist of it all.
it’s as real as it gets till you
don’t get it anymore in the wonder
why of the seasons that will find
winter again in all that chill
and austerity lingering lonely
with a hungry heart and a body
that needs release.
Seems Spring will never find you
never sprout hard out of your
body’s need for love’s delicious
reach and want from the cold frost
in wool ready to get naked
to roll again under the moist heat
in that fever that comes with Spring
Tagged: be here now, EARTH CHANGES, GEEZER GIRL, geezer wisdom, HEART'S DESIRE, JEANNE ADWANI, JEANNE BEAUCHAMP, LIVING IN THE METAPHOR, LUST, napowrimo, SPRING FEVER
