Category Archives: Wordsmithereens

A repository for what poetry I get posted.

i fell into a field of flowers

   i fell into a field of flowers
and lingered here for ten long hours
because on every petaled face
caressly lips  i could retrace;

my swiftly simple soul was spilt
as i watched  one flower wilt:
as each petal    soft as felt
fell to the Earth where i was knelt,

     i realized how cruel time
  steams up the ridge of pantomime
 whereby the tracks,  upon the lip
 of the hill, we toil and somewhen slip

   and fall off the trecherous tracks
into the languid flowers. on our backs,
  yawning  exhaustly  from the fall,
 too timidly tired to utter a call,

 we stare  into the freckled blue
sky high above this flowered view-
ing bed; we listen to the distant   whistles
with ourselves amidst the stamen and the pistils

   as now here i nestle,  sitting
with the empty stem of love spitting
      hard, dry petals  at my hand,
   holding my body  to the land

   again   i will not rise un-
     til the face of the luminous sun
   crests the western rise of pine
    and oak, until her eyes shine

    on my precarious body
     against this sod.  me,
   with what memory whispers
¡ah, crescendo! in lead-lined slippers,

   i left my work, my hammer
   i left the cracked tracks clamor
   to sift memory  from the day
   to knead the bread of heart; i say,

   i fell into a field of flowers
and lingered here for ten long hours
because on every petaled face
caressly lips i could retrace.

JamesIsIn

Ruminations on Death

what have you done
speaking softly the old lies

I cannot abide
in my skin
while this sin
has come in

run I try and hide and seek relief
but your arms are my salvation
are my sovereign nation
my old elation

so Death in toothy grin
invites me in
to discuss our commonalities
to discuss what each man sees
when nothing but the blind world stands before his eyes

what have you done
speaking softly the old lies

JamesIsIn