Saturday, April 04, 2009


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

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?


exquisitely frangibly tough

the bluebells break my heart


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 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.


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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