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    Fragrant fields, crowning clover
    Waves, the breeze, a pink sea
    There gathers the wild Honey Bee
    Following the makers of sweetness
    Radiant face, Cherokee
    Different delights, the orchard grows
    Unripe apples, hard, smooth as marbles
    Black plums sleek as the feathers of the lucky crows
    Peach trees reflected, the tadpole rippled pond
    A night rain has passed, dripping from every fruited skin
    Like condensation on a long forgotten winter window
    Miracle kisses, vaporous angels blow
    A morning blossom, a waking yawn
    The end of stillness, yet a calm
    Within the wilderness of a wondering mind
    Beyond the body weathered by time
    Through a border of storied Oak and climbing vine
    In an early summer wave of heat
    Celluloid women dipping in the spring pool
    Indulge in tastes of pleasure’s treat
    Tipping their novelties, dripping sweet
    I collect my things, a nod a grin
    With dogs of fantasy, back home I swim
    Stroll the slope of mossy root and rock
    To where my lover’s laughter is not forgot
    Light beams pass on webs and flesh of frailty
    Vibrant lives siphoned through into finality
    I lay here now a restless soul
    Dreaming of that orchard moon
    Dance in summers scent without a tune
    My heart was born when she took my hand
    I sowed my soul to her sacred land
    But came the darkest nights that would ever be
    God’s good heaven couldn’t even see
    When the world came in and plowed the earth
    Covering the radiant face, Cherokee

    RDS
    THE SECOND





  • #2
    One of the best works I've encountered here, the Second. Pure poetry, a joy to read and re-read.

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      Thank you Grant

  • #3
    This is a great piece TS. So much imagery and evokes emotions of wonderment, loss and resignation.

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      Thank you ATL

  • #4
    loved the flow and the poem tittle let me quote untitled lol

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      Thanks You EZPZ

  • #5
    "With dogs of fantasy, back home I swim"
    that was sublime ... enjoyed all of this, you wafting through worlds and filling up the glass. I notice that slight poetic 'lilt', ending it and beginning it as well as sprinkled throughout.
    Interesting, I was remembering how my lately poetry is more in 'season'; eg. not summer. A lot of the time that 'world' is opposite for me.
    So it's interesting, makes me wonder whether you wrote this "summer" reverie during these winter months.
    And hope you're well where ya are!

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      Thank you amen

  • #6
    Wow TS you set the winter on fire with this one. I'm stunned

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      Thank you LG

  • #7
    From the very first line I am transported TS. I'll be back for more readings.

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      Thank you rlw
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