Leave Me Not
In the crab-grass tangles beneath the bloomless azalea,
crickets play graveled violins. Rasping concertos weave
through strings of a gibbous moon, pale - and wind turns
in conch shell pirouettes. But tip-toed seduction
is for the love-struck. I am not aroused by the waifish
clouds or midnight dust devils dancing on point.
Tangle me instead in kudzu, bold and twisted, gnaw me
with relentless vines and sunshine. Wrap me in thunder,
drown me in lightning - as storm soaked wisteria climbs.
Lay me on the raw earth; roll me in mud and puddles.
And when you go, leave me - not with starlight,
but with grass-stains to remember you by.
Poetry
This one needs a new title.
hello I really like some of these words of yours. Sent you an invite to join some other people at takingthebrim.blogspot.com
ReplyDeletedo join us
best wishes
grass-stain memories?
ReplyDeletegrass-stain memories to remember you by?
ReplyDeletesounds redundant.
And just grass-stained memories lacks flow, and the visual impact of a line that vastly different in length than the others would be distracting...
I meant as a title...
ReplyDeleteOh! Duh Erin!
ReplyDeleteI really like this one, E. My only nit is the spacing of the lines. Looks too much like you double-spaced it in some word processing program. Maybe that was the point - to appear loose - but I think it weakens the visual impact a bit. I would also consider a semi-colon after "bold and twisted." Two commas in that line make it seem a bit run-on.
ReplyDeleteOther than my little obsessive compulsive observations, I like this a lot. :o)