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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Fleming Avatar
June 22, 2015 at 12:53 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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June 24, 2015 at 10:11 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
Leiser Avatar
June 17, 2015 at 12:43 AM
A beautiful and brilliant mix of cleverly woven words and images, Rhonda! Your talent never seizes to amaze me :)
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
June 24, 2015 at 10:15 PM
Thanks, Laura! That's so nice of you...your kindness and support mean a lot to me. Hugs :)
Dietrich Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM
wow, rhonda. This compares to the poem Debs recently showed in a blog. Only I like THIS one BETTER. Amazing
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
June 24, 2015 at 10:14 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...:)
Dietrich Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM
Is it almost finished?
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 5:05 PM
Almost done...I may edit some tonight.
Muideen Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 11:10 AM
Wow!!!!! This is extremely brilliant write, I like all the lines and how you wave it..excellent.......A.M.
Andresen Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 3:14 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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