kaffy_r | Dept. of Pretentiousness

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For

merrymaia

Because she reminded me that I once upon a time wrote poetry, and because she loves the outdoor world more than I do.

What they said to me, what I learned

Brightest green, those leaves.

Light interrupted on its way to earth

burns through.

Green flame shivers and licks up, green water slides and drips down.

Look at those leaves.

Hints of gold in each vein - nothing is as simple as it first seems.

Up close each leaf smells of light

and shoots into your brain,

chokes you with life.

It leads you on and on,

green leaves, all dizzying,

until you throw your head back and sink down.

Lay with your face to the canopy.

Blue sky peeks through green.

Precious sky with unborn stars.

Precious green with incarnated ecstasy.

Save me.

Let me be good,

good as green leaves.

May 19, 1998

I like this! The ending especially.

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

This is very evocative. I can feel being there.

I'm glad you liked it. I wrote it a long time ago; it's been at least 12 years since I felt the urge to write poetry.

Oh, kaffyr.

I love this.

"Precious green with incarnated ecstasy"

Thank you.

You are so very welcome. I'm glad I found someone to give this to, to share it with.

Excellent and evocative!

Thank you, both for reading and for your words.