Saturday, April 04, 2009

bluebells



spring's painful loveliness splinters
the dry
sticky dark


softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter
charming its forceful gentleness into the heart of things

audacious
unstoppable
predictable and quiet


wiggles and stretches uncurling inchoate

half born




brashly and tentative
slowly rushing and stamps its way breath held


or is it my breath?

held
laid
resting.


brave
fool-hardy
exquisitely frangibly tough

the bluebells break my heart


10 Comments:

Blogger flawsnall said...

I've been waiting for a long time to see what you'd do next...beautiful words...perfect imagery...brava!

this is one of my favorite blogs---it's sooooooo worth the patience...i love because i understand, writing comes with it comes...it can't be rushed....thank you!

4:33 AM  
Blogger flawsnall said...

writing comes when it comes...this will hold me for a while....

4:34 AM  
Blogger lettuce said...

thankyou for your comments flawsnall. I'd wondered if anyone ever looks here these days...

the words do come (when they come) anyway, whether anyone reads them or not
but I do appreciate your commenting

4:20 PM  
Blogger Rohzi E. said...

I just love the spacial decisions you make for your poetry. A very pleasant read. Thanks for sharing.

6:13 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

great words. spring - when all is new...bursting forth into new life...breath it in.

5:15 PM  
Blogger Squirrel said...

if i look back
regret still waits there...


so true there is no such thing as closure really ~

5:28 AM  
Blogger Harold said...

Excellent piece. Those bluebells, they speak well...

6:52 PM  
Blogger Poetikat said...

Very nice. I'll be back.

Kat

8:35 PM  
Blogger easytravel said...

Thanks for share. See you on my blog also.

2:36 AM  
Blogger California Girl said...

this is publishable.

5:01 PM  

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