There’s too much dawn
by kvennarad
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There’s too much dawn, far too many bees,
for me to write about love, the damn terrain
where I lost one boot, my mind, and several
pounds; spring, you see, means hacking at
the weeds again, more time for the new light
to show the awfulness that winter hid away;
we come too soon to Easter, pain, but you,
you, you – the word hammers in my head,
what more could spring reveal about you
than the stuff I’ve tried, failed, to conceal –
and funnily enough that says more about me
than you; so here I am, my arse cold, numb
from sitting on a rock, me refusing to get up,
and love, that old bugger, like your present
image before my mind’s eye, like self-rage
and laughter, joy at dawn and those bees too,
yeah, love, staying, not going anywhere, eh?
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Reading your work always gets my brain going, missed that and your brilliant poetics. Thanks always for the inspiration. So glad you do what you do.
Somebody has to do what I do, and logic dictates that somebody has to be me. 😀
Yup. Mud season. Love nags at us in all seasons.
Sho nuff and yes it do.
Ah…these resonates well with my views of Spring.
That season when dandelions go boing!
This was top-notch.
I cut the notch myself, used a little knife,
nicked it where the wood’s blonde, it’s a
good notch, sharp as paper, as up high
as I could reach on the tree, short of top,
but the wind had me, swayed in danger.
I would pay you for this comment but I think that’s impossible given current technology.
Do you have a paypal account? Mine is currently locked but once it unlocks I could pay you for that comment.
There’s no charge. Thank you for offering.
I don’t have paypal. However, if you would like to buy my first collection of poetry, I think it’s still available as an ebook on Amazon.
My second collection is probably better, but I don’t get any royalties from it.
But seriously, there is no charge for those lines.