Spit On A Flower

 

Spit On A Flower

 

Going down the stairs

Into the woods of Lynn Canyon

I feel my energy level instantly rise

Despite the soreness I feel from my

Earlier workout

 

Crossing the bridge I stare

Down into the powerful rush

Of water beneath us

 

The air is comfortably warm

And moist

The sun making the various shades

Of green come alive

The moss covering the trees

And the canopy of leaves

Glow fluorescent

 

As we weave through the trail

Our legs straining and pushing onward

Sweat beads on our foreheads

And drains us of the intoxicated city

 

Christine’s cheeks look like

Delicious diaphanous red apples

Her eyes sparkle like the sun on

The river reflected against the rocks

Sweat glistening on her face and neck

 

I want so badly to have her there

To writhe in the folds of nature

 

It all seems so right

Nothing is amiss

And I wonder the poetry

We cover with concrete

Like spitting onto

Monet’s Water Lilies

Reviews

[paul]

great titles you title. and the ending of this one:
poetry
we cover with concrete
like spitting...

excellent

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I couldn't agree more with Jennie...your words are wholly you..this was so so very Jason and so incredible..Christine’s cheeks look like
Delicious diaphanous red apples
Her eyes sparkle like the sun on
The river reflected against the rocks
Sweat glistening on her face and neck

I want so badly to have her there
To writhe in the folds of nature..
Oh!!..your words sing of their story..unique..very unique cause they smell of you in more ways than you know :)

[Alicante lullaby]

so,so beautiful.

[Vesa Lee]

Phenomenal description here; there wasn't one line that didn't create or enhance the most lovely images in my mind.
>>>>
It all seems so right
Nothing is amiss
>>>>
I think that sums up the whole piece well. ^-^

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

Christine’s cheeks look like
Delicious diaphanous red apples

jesus that phrase is incredibly gorgeous.

i love how your words feel 100% you, just every bit of yourself limns every turn of phrase you use. i could feel the mist on my face, and that glowy feeling of wanting another when you're both experiencing something mundane on the surface, but striking on the interior.

to writhe in the folds of nature

it seems such a simple line, with few words, but damn, it's effective

[Emily B]

yeah, what she said, I don't have a lot left to give today. No artful review left in me. But this is an amazing feat of poetic equilibrium. It balances just right.

[Hedra Helix]

f**k I love your poetry.

Its clean, masculine, straightforward as always, story and picture and emotion wrapped up in a voice so distinctly you I cant even really describe how I come to that.

"Crossing the bridge I stare
Down into the powerful rush
Of water beneath us"

its like you infuse your words with yourself, your memories. you share, you share soo good.