Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

After Reading Whitman, Gathering Airs and Tasting the Garnishes

I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams

the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color

complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving

see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers

I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens

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Suzanne Delaney September 24, 2022 at 10:27 AM This is so beautiful, Joe: your description make my heart float. Saving to Favs to re-read many times over. SuZ Suzanne Delaney September 25, 2022 at 4:12 AM Yes, Joe: We can always dream. I hope there is a safe place for you to ride if you do give in to temptation. Best, SuZ Joseph P. DiMino September 24, 2022 at 7:22 PM Thank you, SuZ.. At 75, still having my motorcycle license, though I sold my motorcycle awhile back. laughing like heck over your Kangaroo poem, missing the deserts, mountain curves and insect splattered windshield...I am tempted to buy another. Blessings my friend.

Valsa George September 18, 2022 at 11:33 PM Nature has blessed us with sights and scenes so delightful ! Instead of using up every inch of space, leave some for nature to make her own designs and plans ! Lovely penning Joe. Some images used here are so captivating ! Joseph P. DiMino September 19, 2022 at 10:19 AM Very kind of you. Thank you, Valsa; I was not sure how this one would taken, due to the lack of form. Blessings my friend.

Bj Legros Kelley September 18, 2022 at 8:18 PM Lovely, and wisdom filled. This is a wonderful poem! <3 Joseph P. DiMino September 19, 2022 at 10:21 AM Thank you, BJ; this was a joy to write. The more I realize just how much I don't know, the wiser I feel:) Thank you so much. Have a beautiful day my friend!

Mystic Rose Rose September 18, 2022 at 9:19 AM What a wonderful request dear Joe, if only they would listen, and not sell out our precious soil for the sake of business and glamor, we need soil to plant seeds and grow things, a place where we can lay beneath a tree and sigh, nicely penned, thank you for sharing, Joseph P. DiMino September 18, 2022 at 11:20 AM Thank you, Rose; so pleased you like this one. For sure, the things of real value what God has already freely provided~ our tinkering the blemish on the soul of creation. Blessings my friend!

Vijay Pandit September 18, 2022 at 8:59 AM Wonderfully descriptive write, Joe: I am the wind the textured curl of clouds...the foiling wings that flutter and flap feathers ripe with color...see me in the meadows there where wildflowers overflowing... Joseph P. DiMino September 18, 2022 at 11:24 AM Thank you, Vijay; woke in an appreciative mood this morning, and thought to express it thusly. Blessings my friend!