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

A Dream Moment Over Coffee As You Were Reading Across The Room

it is a great life we live-
the weathering of a man
the patina of woman
it is a great life we love-

this is the shimmering,
the seasoning of days,
spices from stardust which
salted this fertile earth-

who knew a planet was
filled with savor?
who knew love would
spin from nothing to everything?
universes in a glance
of Irish green-

the Whirlwind has found
her place to nest in my head-
twirling is something
invoked with a kiss.

it is a great life we live
you and i,
spinning, tumbling, billowing then
crashing against the stone
into cool salty spray
thinning, becoming, blue, gone.

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... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... home ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... Spring ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

A Late Winter Forest Burn

when Winter dry heaves
under black, crystal skies,
with a choke and stutter
and solemnly dies

the birds of the air,
all return to their nests
to brood and to court
with new songs in their breasts

the fox, the hare, and fawn
on bitter mornings cry
and whisper in cloudy breaths,
stretched noses to the sky

and i recline here
in my warm and cozy cave
while life erupts outside,
life inside misbehaves.

when the woods all dance
with a boisterous sound,
we light her cindered petticoat
and burn the jejune ground.

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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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... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... kiss ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... Spring ..., ... summer ..., ... summer solstice ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ...

never looked back

i found her
on the blackest night,
she was a soft
voice whispered ‘neath
the door.

i saw her
in sweet Georgia sunshine,
she was the Spring
wind tangled in
my hair.

i felt her
once
and never looked back.

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... Applachia ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ...

like a pent up flood

i’m comin’ up over the hill
dear one,
i’m comin’ on up for you.
wait for me dear, ‘neath the
old mill sign,
wait for me fast, for
the moon approaches his perch,
i’m comin’ up from the
floods down South,
i’m comin’ up for air.
you must wait till
the sun shines sure,
wait until the
sounds of mornin’,
and i will be there
roarin’ ’round the bend,
i will be there
roarin’.

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