The Wild Abandon

The tree tottered the soil loved the tree the soil held the turmoil like a poem holds the lines and stanzas brimming with the extravaganza of the spirit The grasses won't let it go the whistle of the world called the train was pulling out the tree willing to join the green procession There was the sticky honey and the million bees biting in the reckless abandon room following room Exhume and consume Yearning for the perpetual doom There was the effort Earnest effort to come out of the savage clasp the pulverizing grasp How can you shun the moons still seeking to bloom inside the nooks of the gloom We won't let you go We will remove the hard snow Look at the crimson arrow ready to move and grow till arrived the rainbow Said the bees The tall guy had taken away most of the green leaves The dwarf one quite a few branches The dry wood bleeds in silence A grey compliance The dark girl had shared the bed hugging the hibiscus stem and plucking the flowers as she pleased as the serpent hissed the kisses burnt The tree got aroused and learnt Time stole the green The children removed the silken sheen I am abandoned Let me go Let others sow Me no more Haven't you noticed the little green folds from the caring split Ripples of Narcissus from the blue unconscious through the half light half dark passage emerging on the shivering surface A mild pain in the cups A few clouds seeking release through the rains the light green spike in the vein The ship cannot be abandoned till it sinks The ship loves the blue poetry in the freedom of wild abandon The Mediterranean As wild as you may lead me into the deep flowering vacuum No need to stop the bison Let’s resume our sway into the total abandon For this forest under moonlight I shall not pass again June 16, 2018 Abandon Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri