Spring

[JUDO]

Well, poets, the long winter is past for some of us and just beginning for the other half of the world. We are all in that time of transition between light and dark, cold and heat - equinox abounds.

But for those of us experiencing the reawakening of our gardens and warm sunshine - the senses tingle, the nose sneezes, the soul whispers its delight.

Share your feelings, share your pictures, share the mental imagery that is Spring.


- Judo

 

[JUDO]

On the first day...

Something new and different for me. Hope you like it. Just posted today.
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Aurora's Child
by Judo©

Gentle halls of air caress my face
Sending perfect signals of ease to my soul

Rising amidst parted sunbeams,
I witness grapes of wisteria climbing
After morning's dew drops.

Do they hunger after the long fast?

I breathe
Expanding to limits' tingle
Ripples of goosebumps run down my skin.

Exaltation

Silk twirls, bends and flows in the sky past my face
As I step lively o'er the bursting buds
Skipping, dancing, playing…

And I wonder what the fairies next door
Must think of me.

 

[smithpeter]

Hotel Stationery

Pencil time sketches,
spring in the mud under foot,
winter in the morning windshield frost,
but not so cold that afternoon ripping
of your long white dress up the seam
from the hem to your waist,
now less cling but more exposure
to sight and light,
reach down,
pull it from the bottom to over your head
and pose there

 

[Belilica]

Guys,

I read the poems, and I thought that they were lovely. They are both very sensual. Just the kind of thing I needed to read today. Thank you.

-Bel

 

[smithpeter]

Spring Nipples,,,

nipples should be eye balls
watching,
from everywhere underneath,
before a Spring storm,
behind commas,
exposed abreast lawn chairs
just drug out from below the deck
or the back shed with moss
green roof, shaded through all seasons
so near a body of water and freedom
at least till far shore is reached

 

[Fairytat]

Springtime in the desert

Cracked land, brown seas,
rotting flesh of towering spines,
shading eyes against the
too bright sun, yes it's
springtime in the desert.

Cackling calls of dusty quail,
hiding in the year round green,
lonesome calls of roaming dogs
drift across the mountains.

Babies born in the too short cool,
eaten by the circling birds,
the plea for rain to quench the thirst
of summertime around the corner.


Ok, mine isn't really sensual but this is what springtime means to me. rose:

 

[JUDO]

Desert

Quench the thirst of Summertime's to come.

I like that idea, FT.


- Judo

 

[perks]

Spring Fever

Lost outside my pane of glass,
Licking droplets from thirsty lips,
Buds flowering amongst butterflies
In my tummy.
God, I love you
And Spring

 

[MadKing]

Springtime

April beckons...
It's annual call,
Cruel to eliot,
It's lust to all...
The blooms of spring
Scent the wind within...
Old hearts quicken...
Yearning to taste
The lips of desire
To be kissed again,
Kindling the fires
To heat the summer
Sizzling in the steam
Of our youthful dream....

 

[JUDO]

There ya go!

Thanks, Madking. Did you post it, too?