I Am

I AM waist deep in wild flowers in a meadow seen from atop a small rise being sniffed by a beautiful doe standing at edge of the forest surrounded by heavily wooded mountains looming deep blue in the distance so content just a trickle of a stream at my bare feet not thinking of worldly things sipping from a cup of sweet white wine which has cooled in the stream thinking of love not lurid not wild in the arms of first love that unforgettable careless with the wine pouring another glass full dreading that point when the great ball of the sun sinks beyond feeling that dark purple color run my arms shoulders chill silly the day is young and here she comes back from gathering fire wood just tipsy enough to fully enjoy her pink pink lips lost in the moment first love forgot

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 4/23/2011 3:40:00 PM

You've a hugable mind, Daver! I'm confused here too. A wonderful ambiance..."wild flowers..wooded mountains...wine cooled in the stream", but the miss, "she comes back from gathering fire wood".:) Makes you sound a bit like a rascal!:)) Enjoyed this write! Poor puffball wasn't mean to be sexy..lol! I was inspired by one that someone had dropped off. I think I felt guilty cooking it. I was amending this, with the poem! Best to you and yours!! Mikki

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/14/2011 9:33:00 AM

Thanks for the comment, Daver. I have not forgotten any of our many wars. The poem was written for a contest about how Vietnam was called a "conflict" instead of a war and the soldiers didn't get much of a reception when they came home, unlike other wars where they were deemed heroes. Love, Carolyn

Elaine George

Date: 4/14/2011 2:53:00 AM

Absolutely beautiful, Dave you old romatic. I saw it all before my eyes like I was there. You are a great writer, my friend. Hugs, Lainie

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/13/2011 11:19:00 PM

oh, wow, this is marvelous, Daver. You do romance and nostalgia very well. I actually have listened to your old tunes. I used to teach the history of popular music and I started with music of the 1800's (not to say you are that old. hahaha) I love all pop music, even those good old songs from the 40's etc! But yes, of course the ones from your own era are the standouts!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 4/13/2011 8:35:00 PM

Amazing lovely and gorgeous imagery Dave.. felt like I was right there in the thick of these elegant lines luv.. the white wine sounds delightful... thankxx for your stirring comment on One Soldier's Reflection for the new contest luv.. appreciate your thoughts....

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/13/2011 7:06:00 PM

a free sylist you are, daver.. a delightful piece with such grace and bittersweet tenor.. best winning wishes to yuo! :) huggs, nette

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/13/2011 3:07:00 PM

Being a bit tipsy can enhance the romance, Daver. You have some incredible descriptions of the woods, meadow and deer. But please tell me why SHE was gathering the wood? Perhaps a women's libber? Enjoyed your poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 4/13/2011 12:09:00 PM

I am reading such diverse poems here at PoetrySoup. Poet's hearts are bleeding poetry today. That is where the best poetry comes from. It has been my pleasure to read your poetry today Daver. Continue to write and share it and I will be back to read it. Have a wonderful day and may you find inspiration along the way. Love, Carol