Daver Austin Poet Free verse

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 April 23, 2011 at 3:40 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 April 14, 2011 at 9:33 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 April 14, 2011 at 2:53 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 April 13, 2011 at 11:19 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 April 13, 2011 at 8:35 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 April 13, 2011 at 7:06 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 April 13, 2011 at 3:07 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 April 13, 2011 at 12:09 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