a poet answers 2

eyes strained through savage

geometric prisms

held by daggered glare,

how hesitant

before azure misted

meadow haze

 

fingers

raw with winter's freeze

tilled earth's clods

blind

searching crumbled shards 

of robin's youth

where

chilling cover

whitest snow

gone droplet red

hardened

her emptied nest

 

find there

remembered

memory

now or

never was

bludgeoned tears

crushed tight against

rhythm's beating breast

long...

longing

over flowed

seeding

promise 

concealed

or wished

and youth and you

thought

lost

forever

in it's depth

 

when eyes can see

full opened

through 

lingered

drops

salts

unshed 

 

to

sky

blue patched

in newest green

and nectar

fragrance

breathed

 

moment's

place

has not altered...

but you

 

time

beneath

uncovers

nurture

warm

rained

earth

at winter's melt

 

lifted

eyes see

fingers 

place

all

of passage 

paced

accepts

within

heart's pocket

cared

resides

rich in hues

and textured sense

 

seeing first is seen

returned

feelingfull reveals

a tender vulnerability

a strength of spirit

both in same...

your heart's promise

well rooted

 

for you...

have tilled well                       Marcia Marcia     (answer to Lavadis, "Rosalind")

                                                                  December 2015