Saturday 30 May 2009

I dream in brown

muds sticks everywhere
the walls, the floor,
seeping through that door
I dream in brown
shades of which keep changing
dry to wet and back again

"I am planted in that soil-
that earthy scent of you
pleases me no end-
nothing covert about it"

18 comments:

  1. Nice, the land should seep out of all our words.

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  2. absolutely marvelous!

    wonderful attempt on the prompt!!

    Happy SS

    http://2short2sweet.blogspot.com/2009/05/covertly-photographed.html

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  3. Not only planted, but firmly rooted, perhaps.

    I love the 'speed' of this poem - 'the walls, the floor,
    seeping through that door' - Wonderful words!

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  4. I liked this very much too, especially the title, and the shades of brown changing from wet to dry. nice! -Meg

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  5. Full of vibrancy and openness!

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  6. Yes, this is really good. I will carry it around in my head all day.

    b

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  7. Simply perfect. How do you do it?

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  8. Loved the word choices in this one.

    Mothers in Arms

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  9. Excellent use of covert. I especially loved that last stanza. It brings everything full circle. Have a nice night.

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  10. oooohhhh...that earthy scent of you. I FEEL that.
    I have been following you for some time and I have seen this incredible emergence of sophistication in your style. Well done!

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  11. Sweet and sexy: love the title.

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  12. Like that last verse - good one.

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  13. Nice read...loved the title too.

    http://songofsea.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/cupid-strikes/

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