posted July 19, 2013 05:28 PM
Long pause...It's these kinds of days though
both drowsy and sensual
everything this time of year
is luscious and green-
full at its peak
each leaf turned upward
suckling morning rain
before the heat
Perhaps nature
a common ground-
to kindle love
and meet?
with plenitude
and fortitude
she places underneath
We are merely menials
spying her golden-
enlarged heart
I couldn't walk away if I tried
from that initial spark
coupling us gently
in her perfect Godly formed hands
Sipping from her well
living from and for-
her divine plan
human will a mortal digress
as she weaves a sampling vine
into tenderness
When life becomes mediocre fun
she summons a storm
teaching escape-
yet quickly shows,
where formations of love
have imbued
There is no prattling with fate
time is her valuable keeper
her pockets endless and deep
Generous with the real McCoy
the faithful
the fruitful
yet turns blindly away
from the unlistening-
with scattered imagined ploy
Creation her forte
giving birth anew
growing life in the womb
mothering them
as they mother you
Never doubtful
nor sporadic
inattentive or placid
Perplexed with undiscovered meaning
for men-
launching and seeking
Satiety and fortunes abound-
if one but stops
and hears
her dilated
trembling of sounds
Poets hard wired
for her lessons and girth
aesthetically kneeling
feeling her blazing torch
of reverberated worth
How fortunate
under her countenance-
we should collide
as above her,
she smiles upward
opening the heavenly sky.