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He drew a cobweb of mist,
hung it six feet above the land; a
running ribbon
……………chasing
the curve
……………of Goose Creek
…………………………until it ran out of sight
behind Johnson’s silo
down the road a piece,
mammoth mountain
splays a hip of conifers,
conversing the valley in
bunny hops
……………….butterflies
………………………….buttercups -
how the water quivered
with delight, when
I slipped in
………….china doll white limbs
into velvet down lake,
you left me
this quiet
trees
earth’s long slender fingers
reaching up
touch the face of God,
as you left…
Janet Leigh
1 comment:
Oh Janet, you sensual creature, you. I had to "title" this untitled poem, in order to grasp it, to find the visualization I needed.
This is a love poem, obviously; something very natural in setting; creeks, silos, mountains, confers, and butterflies buzzing over buttercups. Your "china doll white limbs" slipping "into velvet down lake" is beyond sensual; into some realm of the spiritual. It seems that you have made love with a partner that you are truly smitten with, and the joy you inhabit post coitus colors your enviroment, coats your cornea, leaving you with this golden aura, slumbering with contentment, floating, out of your body,"reaching up/touch the face of God", followed by "as you left", not as a coda, but a loving postscript. This is such a personal poem that it almost makes me blush; it is so revealing, putting your heart out there in the Land of the Vulnerable. I like it a lot. Although it does need a title.
Hugs: Glenn
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