Dear jp, I am so glad there is much that is tangible in this; I did hope for that kind of earthy approach. Your kind words are very encouraging. Thank you.
Thr solstice heartens me. Days will lengthen, even as the winter day go on. The cold will not be forever. But in the meantime, let there be fires, and warmth, and every good thing we celebrate. Thank you for reading!
Thank you. All that soaring metaphor needs to come to a more concrete resting place. A blanket and a fire seem pretty good to me. I am glad you liked these.
Invitation
Come, sweet dying, blest disorder,
overwhelm and give no quarter,
climbing up the mountain higher,
crest the peak, and cross the border.
Come, descendant of desire,
sweep the hearth and stoke the fire,
visit with your fleet delighting,
joy our very souls inspire.
Come, the blanket's so inviting,
deeper knowledge there inciting,
kiss begun in languid leisure,
every muscle now uniting;
Come, fruition of our pleasure,
let us join in fu
Oh, sweet mercy, what a mess. And now you want me to just walk away? No, no, brother, I’d love to see more. So much of this hits very close and hard. It’s already stuck in my head. Thanks for sharing this much.
How silly of me; your question never occurred to me - but of course one would want to know. I can see another poem getting itself ready. Thank you for your idea and for reading this series.
I can recall a partners like that, those whose masks we recognized, but whose nature could not dance wholly with our own. And yet we still watch, and hope to dance with the right partner. Thank you so much for reading!
You see things very clearly. That one we admit into our hearts can be our undoing, can’t it? Glad you liked the charactizations in stanza two. Thank you so much for reading this one!
Masquerade
Who are these figures in the dance
of Autumn's heady, sweet romance?
I know I ought to recognize
their faces as they sport and prance.
I know Attraction by his eyes,
and Mystery goes in disguise,
see how Seduction rocks and sways
to bring his partner up to size.
But there are others in my gaze
on whom my wishful thinking plays,
broad shouldered, blond, with smile serene,
and tinted orbs in blues and greys.
Love's retinue I
I am still reeling from Election Day, 2016. CJ’s reaction was understated, compared to my own. He did amazingly well, did all that he could do - and you entertained us with it all along the way. Thank you for the ride, my friend.