Permission

the rains begin

I let my hair muffle the tip of one ear

And pull wool sock from closet

That once adorned

 Green Spaghetti strap dress

And spread it over

Cracked and calloused foot,

Waiting.

 

and then She comes.

 

She hugs my bundled body and

feeds me clouds

plays thunder-drums to uncovered ears

and Braids lightning strands into my hair

Whispering

‘You may cry apple trees their lifeblood now

And laugh the birds to widen their breasts

And when you breathe

You may feather-float and fall

Against the burning chest

That longs to rise from your face

And sink his Soul, exposed

deep into the peace

 of you.

Envelop yourself in this gentleness

And I will be with you.’

 

 

Reviews

[Paul Seaman]

wow, I did not get this one at all... I may need to re-read...

[Dr. Wood ?]

I don't know why it has the warning for mature readers only...that can put folk off from reading it,,,,Great poetry in my humble opinion with some outstanding lines. I envy you

[Rebecca A Kinman]

thanks for the review. i originally marked it "mature" because of the "mature" feelings it created in me when writing it and reading it, but took it off as you suggested so I could get more views, and hopefully more reviews.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I WILL do better, I do not know how long you have been on here but it took ages for me to get noticed, it might have been easier for me because I write mainly humour and there is little of it up here..keep plugging away