I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Been writing since the age of 7. Can't stop or I'll die. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough. Warning: I am a very funny girl with many layers.....
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Wednesday, March 29, 2017
I remember the dogwood days
When Spring came knocking on Winter's door
Demanding to be let in
Unbudded roses waited and forsythias bloomed
Like golden rays of sun on the landscape.
It was then that I discovered desire
Discovered longing and love
And how good it felt
To be held in the arms of another human
There in that secluded garden.
The grass around us, wet with dew
We lay carpeted on a blanket
Stolen from your mother's spare room
Birds whispered good morning greetings
And when the sun came up, we were still oblivious.
To this day, I can't look at a dogwood tree
Without seeing your face
Hearing your voice reading Whitman
Feeling your fingers entwined in my hair
And remembering Spring knocking on a long-ago door.