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A Shiver In Late Spring

We laughed at each other’s jokes not more than a full moon passed. On a slick surface, half-smiles crack a wintry face. My soul abandons breath in a lifeless bird’s nest unsteady on a teetering limb. Under bare trees, my roots tangle in decay. Nearby, February dips a toe into warm streams cried, connected by frozen acquaintances. I am no more than a shiver in late spring, bits of fallen bark. Did I call you clever or cruel? Your burly charm crumbles like brittle bone. A silver fox traces my lines, the comings and goings of my own mistakes, naivety, iniquities, my slips, stains, incongruous existence. Winter slaps both cheeks till summer burns tender flesh. I called you mine or whoever I dreamed you to be. When did I get old, lose my evergreen glow, my ability to grow and stand alone? Your laughter follows, echoes from mockingbird skies. Love strays into a thinning wood, more sly than I. An enemy came disguised, carried away my better days with lies, came to chip at shells, fragment smiles. I wish for more than days connected by endless seconds – acquaintances, pretenses. I sip black coffee to remind me of your bitterness. I start days with a half-smile because it’s a start. I trace, get-to-know, embrace my own lines. Dawn lifts veils, finds my smudges - my little gifts of mottled, hand-me-down colors. We traveled side-by-side too long on far less than a quest, more like our own tour guides on a hike to nowhere. We wasted time, called each step a discovery. You, like a cult, tried to suffocate, berate, till silence was all I knew of me. Tomorrow marks the return of hazel-eyed summer. Tonight marks the return of a full moon's bare-backed ride across striated sky, over my lines, where I will find I. (a work in progress)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/22/2015 12:53:00 PM
You clearly do demonstrate here that you are more than worthy of being recognized as a talented poet (As indeed you most certainly are) with this superb offering, Rhonda. Absolutely delightful!! My very best regards! :) john.
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 6/24/2015 10:11:00 PM
Thanks, John...your supportive comments mean more than you know! I've never thought of myself as talented, just a girl who loves poetry and wants to improve. Thanks again...hugs, Rhonda
Date: 6/17/2015 12:43:00 AM
A beautiful and brilliant mix of cleverly woven words and images, Rhonda! Your talent never seizes to amaze me :)
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 6/24/2015 10:15:00 PM
Thanks, Laura! That's so nice of you...your kindness and support mean a lot to me. Hugs :)
Date: 6/16/2015 4:56:00 PM
wow, rhonda. This compares to the poem Debs recently showed in a blog. Only I like THIS one BETTER. Amazing
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 6/24/2015 10:14:00 PM
Thanks, Andrea. I've been working on my free verse, but I have a long way to go. I read the poem in Debbie's blog. I think it was better than mine...more original. Maybe I'm too hard on myself. That will never change! Thanks for the support...:)
Date: 6/16/2015 4:56:00 PM
Is it almost finished?
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 6/16/2015 5:05:00 PM
Almost done...I may edit some tonight.
Date: 6/16/2015 11:10:00 AM
Wow!!!!! This is extremely brilliant write, I like all the lines and how you wave it..excellent.......A.M.
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Date: 6/16/2015 3:14:00 AM
- Love the way you mix the nature into your life - A beautiful and touching poem, Rhonda (7) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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