... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ...

colorland

hues are shifting daily now
pink is orange
blue is deeper
reds are blood
greens are gone until Spring

she is in my sights at daybreak
evening she is there
crowding empty spaces
morning she returns
dancing in steady rising fog

i could watch her for hours
sleeping, standing, being,
or doing nothing at all
i savor the flavor
of the one bathed in beauty

sun rises regardless
and her color never changes
always blonde, always.

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... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... home ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... the South ..., ... winter ...

mountains me

when you return
me to the
mountains

you return
me to me

they bore
me in Cities
of men

but my form
was hewn with
granite and marble

my skin stiched
with invisible seams
of laurel and ash

kudzu and Better Boy* eyes
Brunswick stew glued
i am whole

vine ripened
towering beneath
giants, oak and pine

my blood runs
over river smoothed
stones, frigid

but pure,

when you return
me to my
mountains

they welcome me in,
a long lost friend

*a variety of tomato

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... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ...

Hades

there is this place we hideaway
hidden beneath a thicket
of golden brambles and
beams of star light

dancing sun shards
peer in and
cut us deep pink embers-
wounds yield,
kissed by Passion’s flame-

what of knowing Paradise
only to be cast away- as Lucifer
laments, his punishment, too severe-

Hell would be me
never being able
to find my way
back here to you

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... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... heartsick ..., ... LF ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ...

sweetpea

she is the
epitome of me

&
i would want
for nothing
but the glance
she gives
in the pulling
away of a kiss

lost in the
mist of dizzy
head swilrlings

at golden sunrise
she is mine
in orbit

&
i take
umbrage with
no living thing
ever again

she is
the better
of me

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... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... kiss ..., ... love ..., ... ocean ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... the South ...

resplendence

can you recall the last time
you saw sunlight pierce
the ocean’s blurry skin
and illuminate treasure
sunk beneath?
can you recall the clarity in
your lover’s eyes when
she last exhaled against the
soft of your neck?

they are resplendent,
one and the same.

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