no title yet - ideas?
no title yet - ideas?
Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a luring siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.
I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.
The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they as sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow,
thoroughly happy just to be alive.
a luring siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.
I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.
The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they as sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow,
thoroughly happy just to be alive.
immeasurable...illogical...infinity squared
- Lightning Rod
- Posts: 5211
- Joined: August 15th, 2004, 6:57 pm
- Location: between my ears
- Contact:
- hester_prynne
- Posts: 2363
- Joined: June 26th, 2006, 12:35 am
- Location: Seattle, Washington
- Contact:
- gypsyjoker
- Posts: 1458
- Joined: May 26th, 2005, 9:01 am
- Location: stilltrucking's vanity
- Contact:
I find myself contemplating what is under the meadow.
"a sentient shield"
Love that bit,
the whole poem really.
I got some ideas for a titlethat are so dumb I hate to mention them.
Me and My Meadow
Or worse yet
Field of Dreams
I'll let you know if I think of any better
read the poem a couple more times.
"a sentient shield"
Love that bit,
the whole poem really.
I got some ideas for a titlethat are so dumb I hate to mention them.
Me and My Meadow
Or worse yet
Field of Dreams
I'll let you know if I think of any better
read the poem a couple more times.
Free Rice
Avatar Courtesy of the Baron de Hirsch Fund
'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
Avatar Courtesy of the Baron de Hirsch Fund
'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
Who is online
Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 18 guests