... the colors of the season, too brief,
lingering on the tongue in memory of
what summer was all about --- now
that winter's bitter storms are howling
outside the door, embrace me in your
heat, kiss me to remember --- i want.
to be naked. to be left totally spent on
the floor with a sigh, undone by poetry.
your photo is breathtaking in its starkness -- so bold, so beautiful -- your metaphor so flowing gently like a brook -- a masterful write my dear Karla -- keep the pen close by your side -- JMW
Hey Karla. Well done my friend. But aren't you rushing winter in just a bit? After all, it's only August 26. Three and a half more weeks of summer left to say nothing of Autumn.
Woo hoo, Karla, you are heating up the den this moning with this reminder that winter is on the way but even naked we can be warm and toasty snuggled up to another in front of a crackling fire.
Well done.
hugs
Fee
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Love,
Becca~
than again you're an outstanding Den Poetess
Thanks for sharing this brilliant gem
LOve & Peace be with you
William
Be always safe,
Karen
i want.
to be naked. to be left totally spent on
the floor with a sigh, undone by poetry.
What passion in these words, nicely done!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Still you know how to heat it up.
Wonderful--RaeLynn
Well done.
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D