covered in moss
write with me
… as if i’m writing you
… as if i hear only your voice
your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time
seeing me, perhaps
as a tiny particle of life in the ripple of a pond
it’s true, i remember the stars
when we first met
did you know that the cobble stones
on our path
each covered in moss
growing
alive
know that to provide direction
to you
is to cheat you of your trail of treasures in life?
… with your warm beaming clouds
listen to them
(. . .)
i do
© r.e.l. 5/27/12
Posted for Thursdays Poet Rally 6/6-6/13/12 on Hyde Park Poetry
words
moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
digesting
loving
all that you are
along the way
even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower
be patient
all in good time…
© r.e.l. 5/28/10
inspired by my daughter
photo by Lori Tuttle
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry
let me grow on time
flowers growing
knowing their secret
is in their seed.
do not pick me
too soon.
i am free
in the wild
growing on time.
i am a flower.
i am me.
© r.e.l. 5/14/10
photo from Wikimedia Commons
