I lay still

My feelings that came in the night...

 

 

I lay still...

her warm sleeping skin

brushes my back.

My thoughts race 

to the once summer sun

piercing the clouds;

her all in white lace

and laughter.

Such echoes linger

like the taste of chocolate.

Golden leaves came to visit;

cooler nights and darker days.

Colored leaves left

patterns on the

sand and soil;

a chill wind whispered

thoughts of despair

and separation.

Here freedom haunted us,

and white ice crept on our bed,

turning warm skin cold.

Darkness drove us distant.

But now?

Now the scent of tulips

lingers in our covers.

Skin is warm again

as earth and heaven awaken

and the fragrance drifts over us.

She brushes my back

and I lay still...

 

Reviews

[Kitty]

This is beautiful. I could actually feel the warmth shining through the clouds. Your talent is one many would envy (I know I do). You have this incredible ability to make your words dance across the page in bright vivid colours full of expression and tenderness.

What can I say? I love your writing, Craig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Josie

[With Each Raindrop Come..]

one word. GREAT! this poem portrays everything I wanted to look for in the contest! I love it! send me more for the heck of it! haha.

[kbob]

very detailed poem. It truly discribes not just the emotion, but the sensation of being with the one who holds your heart dearest. Great job

[emmajoy]

Beautiful, loving, sensuous, memorable words... ones perhaps only you can write.

Thank you for sharing such delicate thoughts in a wonderfully formatted poem.

[Seriana]

Holy shivers Craig! This was almost haunting. What a pretty write! Filled with such depth, you dust the wind with shimmering light, and paint a canvas of beautiful color. Truly wonderful. Thank you for sharing. :)

[Emily Elizabeth]

You are a very loving, caring, intelligent, talented and sensuous man! Your poems are very beautiful and like The Forgotten I envy your work too! XD
Your work is very beautiful, like a flower blossoming. That spiritual beauty, a deep kind of love that so few are capable of feeling. You write so professionally we will all be probably owning copies of your anthologies soon!

[shadadakiya]

wow that was so beautiful very sweet and pure,great work (:

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

Oh my. The changes, the seasons of relationships, the chill of time...this is incredible, beautiful, everything...

The lucky ones experience spring again, there are so many who simply starve in the barren winter...

You must be blessed.



I do believe you're one of my new favorites, Craig Froman. Amazing work!

~jmm.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

jesus. how did i miss this one?? this just gave me the CHILLS - the goosebumps. it is sheer gorgeousness.

"her all in white lace

and laughter."

lines like that were just magnificent. but the truth is- this is the best piece of literary work i've read of yours. it is my favorite... yes yes yes it is. you carry the form and the flow and the emotions straight through from the beginnign to the end. it is so artistically, aptly done. a beautiful craftsmanship you have here.

really impressed my dearrrrrr
big hugs

[Touché Armada]

Beautiful dedication to enduring love that knows its not always spring but spring comes and winter doesn't last forever.. I absolutely loved the leaves leaving patterns on the soil, so much softer and transient than the thought if scars from words so often said but seldom meant and actions regretted and pulled back in vain.. This was a such a pleasure to read.. Cheers and light thoughts to the tenderness of lasting love.