Monday, October 10, 2011

the light

promises tucked inside rounded bellies,
secretly wrought for beauty

tiny sprouts shoving through Earth itself
just to be touched, held by the sun

almond eyes fluttering focus, peeking through
dark locks for love of morning

paper-barked trees reaching, stretching white
against mud and time for a chance to grow

women standing silent by kitchen sinks,
drunken with summer pouring in

golden bees with soft apples,
kissing open-mouthed upon the grass

withered men bent under the world,
rising up to face the light

7 comments:

  1. nice - that first line really snags the reader -

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  2. "golden bees with soft apples,
    kissing open-mouthed upon the grass"

    Loved this line. Beautiful.

    Mel

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  3. So many beautiful images to wade in here.
    I can almost taste Summer in these words.

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  4. nice...love all the imagery...and esp the one you end on..that one is redemption for me..

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  5. Thanks for stopping by...the first line....smiles...my daughter carry my first grand baby girl:)
    Blessings~

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  6. wow... golden bees with soft apples... you are a writer, friend.

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