LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
early morning
no warning,
she drifted away
into break of day
merged herself
in mountain fog,
beyond where lay
swirling sands and
depths of sea
my misting eyes followed
her into dawn's wetness
she without warning
always returned
on day four wearing nearly
what she wore...before
beaten and bloody--
one shoe gone,
stockings...missing.
whole body muddy
torn dress showing
nothing on, beneath
this time, walked away
to finally stay on distant shore
she suddenly, stealthily,
stole out from under
our warm place.
she kissed my face
with that judas embrace
and then gone
from now on
now another, who
leaves for south shore
beyond island's mountain.
she kisses my face, smiles and
says, "back in four--or more!"
in gladness i live, love, exist
west of mountain, fog, mist,
await sun's full reflection
and, without warning...
her wet kiss--
everywhere
--steveroni
no warning,
she drifted away
into break of day
merged herself
in mountain fog,
beyond where lay
swirling sands and
depths of sea
my misting eyes followed
her into dawn's wetness
she without warning
always returned
on day four wearing nearly
what she wore...before
beaten and bloody--
one shoe gone,
stockings...missing.
whole body muddy
torn dress showing
nothing on, beneath
this time, walked away
to finally stay on distant shore
she suddenly, stealthily,
stole out from under
our warm place.
she kissed my face
with that judas embrace
and then gone
from now on
now another, who
leaves for south shore
beyond island's mountain.
she kisses my face, smiles and
says, "back in four--or more!"
in gladness i live, love, exist
west of mountain, fog, mist,
await sun's full reflection
and, without warning...
her wet kiss--
everywhere
--steveroni
amazing!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHuh? Is this someone you know? Oh my! Oh My! Sometimes I read your poems and imagine all the excitement you have been through!!!
ReplyDeleteLife is beautiful
ReplyDeletewhen breaking away
back in four -- no more
lovely...i would def be waiting on those kisses myself....love the fog and then the sun coming through the mountains in the mornings...
ReplyDeleteWell done, you!
ReplyDeletelife is beautiful, indeed.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I am a little lost on this one. Through stanza four, I was with you, then I tumbled off into space somewhere and got lost. Then I think I found you again in the final stanza. Forgive my thickness. :)
ReplyDeleteLook what a wordsmith you have become, dear Stevie. Loving the feel of this post. Wishing you love and hope.
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
Your poetry always allows so much for the imagination! <3 Sometimes I imagine a woman, sometimes mother nature, sometimes spirits and memories of past loves.
ReplyDeleteLove, the back in four! kisses are good too-
ReplyDeleteI would go for sands and sea (also) in fact I would enjoy
that soon!-however not to return bloody missing a shoe!
Great job Steve-
oh nice..i'm all up for wet fog kisses....niiiiice...smiles
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