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I bid summer a fond farewell today
Months have sped by and now it is Autumn
Seasonal rotation will not delay
What can I say? Mother Nature, awesome
An Indian summer might surprise us
More warm days would certainly be a plus
Hibernation calling am on the cusp.
Last hurrah before cold winter arrives
Baltic conditions compromise the sun
When old bones ache I ask: will I survive?
Frozen ground, brittle air, icicles spun
Long, cold wait until the season does turn
Safe underground on my soft bed of fern
Spring flowers uplift, silently I yearn..
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Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
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