Among the wildflower

Come with me 

come awhile

among the wild reeds and bursts of

geese in all

their wings in offerings 

We’ll set a bed of nettles  

of leaves and smaller things 

taken as a tendering for the

sleepy hills

wild hands among the wildflower 

Come morning

come dressed in ocean breeze

and the wishful for such sins,  to all 

your colors come as one

that wills   

Come as I've

always known  

quenched in season

fluent in tomorrow, and love’s first birth 

that June life of all that grows among the wild 

Come-

discover this death again

awaiting 

The laughter you've all but forgotten

The horizon has always been our only journey

a thirst come blood and tear  

come everything that sings from nest

come blossoms bursting from the bud

so come the burdens with the daisy

Come and we will be the fools

a magnitude of one 

come wild colors that

would cluster 

Come again 

come until 

that final hour finds us weary 

and spent of every light from every star 

from wherever I might find you

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

This one speaks to so many possibilities and that is one of the wonders of poetry. Ten fellow poets can stop by and from them, ten responses based upon their perspective and place in life at the moment as they interact with this well-written piece.
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All that being said, this one speaks to me of the wonder of love...in all its beauty and layers which some may not be so beautiful and yet, will be added to the treasure trove of memories when the heart looks back in remembrance of that season extraordinaire.

Your writing has grown in so many ways over the years, reading your work now is a delightful experience to the senses.. .thank you for your talented self, always writing, always creating... a true poet you are.

Catch up soon. ;-)

[Perdition]

A treat as always to see you back in the cafe….. Thanks for the kindness H….as always~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

So many great lines...."fluent in tomorrow, and love's first birth"
is one of them.
I hope at the end it is a comforting weariness we are left with...as if we did all we could to live the best life we could.
j.

[Perdition]

An Ace card or perhaps the random bullet at the end, the eternal wish of love and everything granted from those illusive colors over to the kind heart and best of fellowship or familiar ponderance, no matter what the measure in tenfold returned...so far nature and a casual smile from that stubborn gal in the diner as always..lol. J., wonderful to have the visit again. Thank you as always!

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes there would be nothing better than running into the wild with a lover; embracing nature and each other. Enjoying the splendor of the moment until real life interferes and it departs on the wind

[Perdition]

Oh, it never departs.."Come on"..lol. It bathes in these latitudes of memories for which Time might find eventually, again its longitude. Thank you for the kind words Poetic Beauty~

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome and that is true; memories keep those moments alive and well.