AT THE CORE

In the hot spring,

when the sap rises

to make blooms open

their golden thighs

for the dry juice of

pollen carried on the

tongues of birds and

bees, I sometimes go

out to our secret garden

and sit naked in this

white lawn chair

to drink my coffee so

I can hear life throb

deep in the red core

of the earth.

Copyright

Vol Lindsey

8/23/2008

Reviews

[Lorry]

I do hope you are in a suitably private garden my friend and not on the route of any sightseeing double decker buses. 😊
I live in a forest with only one neighbour and I wouldn't do that, as it would be an odds on guarantee that the postie would stop by for a cuppa or a lost hiker would ask for some water, and my kitchen is quite a distance away when your trying to cover yourself with a paperback... I mean a hardback book! 😊
TOP marks for your description and honesty though. It will be at least another hour before I stop blushing. Yes, me - Blushing! 😊
Who'da thunk it? 😊

[Vol]

Thank you, Lorry! I bet you are cute when you blush.
I lived behind thick woods among flowers and peach trees on a terraced hillside, but isn't that the problem? Everybody is so wrapped up in the dichotomy of pleasure vs propriety, we're afraid to do anything. My Tennessee forrest was deep, and I always figured if I got a surprise visit, well so be it, they should have called first so I could put my hardback away for another day. Or maybe discuss the idea of forming a book club.