HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD
like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises
and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared
The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)
meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps
(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)
In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again
and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey
(Enough about that.)
Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning
and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the dusking
down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies
was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) thaw drinking
Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds
where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,
while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:
At precisely the right time beams of the Sun broke in over the district
The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)
and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river
I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days
before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows
Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,
together with the rain teared down with most broken branches
Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-30 at 19:57
Tags Spring Wind Midgard
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WINDSIDES
Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises
and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared
The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)
meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps
(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)
In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again
and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey
(Enough about that.)
Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning
and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the dusking
down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies
was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) thaw drinking
Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds
where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,
while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:
At precisely the right time beams of the Sun broke in over the district
The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)
and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river
I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days
before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows
Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,
together with the rain teared down with most broken branches
Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 86 times
Written on 2023-10-30 at 19:57
Tags Spring Wind Midgard
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