~where love shades the trees

_poetry's grandeur_

lay your head where love shades the trees

   be prolific as the wind's soaring tangerine skies,

toss the stars wildly upon wildflowers seedlings

    toil soil's earthy barefoot yieldings,

 free in the acceptance of delusion's verse

   dance gaily with intent in calm surrender 

         of a fiery love song's tumult, 

shed the spirit's inhibitions

    within breaking bread of allusion's grandeur

   unfettered release of heart's refrain, 

           poetry's lifeblood feeds a fluttering soul...

La Liseuse - Reading Woman (1900). Pierre-Auguste Renoir 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Foxemerald]

This poem is truly fantastic. The manner of your words is striking; I love their quality, and the the way that they flow- they are slipped within hues of velvet, the colors which enshroud them are stark. The rhythmic flow of every line, the silk connection on every level, is prolific. An adaptor adjoins these words, on practically every level and dynamic- one color compliments the next, meanings and rhythms create cadence. Each line is a prolific harmony, with several parts, all of which work in solid tandem. Definitely going in with my favorites . . . Oh, and I enjoy the musical aspect, as well. How do you infuse your film clips, I if I may ask? I always wanted to add then to mine . . .

Thank you for this fine piece!

[Zahra]

toil soil's earthy barefoot yieldings,
free in the acceptance of delusion's verse
dance gaily with intent in calm surrender
of a fiery love song's tumult,

wonderful my friend

[Rene Salinas]

It is a mysterious journey. This reminded me of something that I read once. No idea of the origin probably read back when my conciousness was of nature undefined by external substances. It said there might be things you will be lucky to know, other of course you won't but then there are those that you will not be allowed to know. Were love shades the trees to me is an invitation to access spaces we don't often use. It seems that it may be conneced to the stream of isnpiration, imagination and intuition undoubtedly an intrinsical part of poetry.

Alluring invitation


Thankyou

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really love the title..."where love shades the trees"----nice turn of phrase.

[fireblossom]

This captures the poet. We must let go of certain things and accept certain things to achieve freedom to express another type of truth. A very worth poem. I enjoyed reading this.

[Lyn Anderson]

I thought it was about one thing, then I changed my mind. But I guess it is what I initially thought -- love -- but that of poetry, well done.

[Matching Socks]

A sweet sensual little visit this was. :) xx

[Jon Roggie]

I need to remember you usually have attached a song to your words. The mix can be interesting. Etta James and the Foo Fighters was different. Being said, I just get an encouragement to write, and I agree.

[Baby Ricochet]

Sounds like a really nice place.

[Sheila Kline]

Somehow words written in poetic form take on a life of their own - they are grand and wink at the reader in ways that no other expressions may do - if they do not wink then they are frowning, or laughing, or crying, or jolting us out of our normal shell of a life.......you say it all as we break bread of the communion of life!
Wonderful thoughts - but, they always are!!