Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Opening






















reaching out to you
like the snaking tendril
of early spring peas
turns toward the light

tentative
turning to and from
in spiraling vacillation
feeling my way
as I climb
toward your warmth

leaves opening slowly


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Update: Lori provided the beautiful photograph that appears above this poem! Thank you, Lori.

22 Comments:

Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

It's always good for the peas to have something to climb on, to wrap their tender tendrils around. They flourish with the right support.

4/12/2006 1:22 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

ah... so gentle and lovely... i see a soft rain bless the tender leaves opening slowly. sounds, scents, images... rich poem! happy spring!

4/12/2006 2:51 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Yes, gentle, organic. Like gardening, letting happen, only nourishing.

4/12/2006 5:08 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

The last line in particular does it for me. The image is beautiful, "tendrils" so close to the word "tender," and ends with an unfolding of trust.

4/12/2006 5:15 PM  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Ummm, am I the only one who finds this poem .... sexy?

4/12/2006 7:36 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

no gilbert, you're not the only one. ;) snowsparkle

4/12/2006 8:17 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

More wonderful word pictures!

4/12/2006 10:51 PM  
Blogger alan said...

No Gilbert...made me want to go snuggle!

alan

4/13/2006 1:19 AM  
Blogger Sky said...

MB, your talent is a most precious gift.

The images here are swollen with movement and feeling and seduction, and finally surrender.

4/13/2006 4:19 AM  
Blogger Dale said...

Is this a coming-home poem?

It has that tentative feel, re-establishing contact. I love the lover as sun -- that's how I feel about mine.

4/13/2006 7:15 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

It's strange till I read the last comment I was sure this was a love poem but I can see the coming home aspect too
places can call to you and be loved and love is like the sun neccesary like air

4/13/2006 10:27 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

You really become the plant, and know it so intimately.

4/13/2006 5:57 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

very nice!

4/13/2006 8:33 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

It describes intimacy so well it is almost painful. Well written MB.

4/14/2006 2:45 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Hola, MB! Left you a pic on Flickr -- thought it a fit for your poem.

Apologies for needing to break the URL so it's all visible.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/
96745972@N00/128319742/

4/14/2006 4:01 AM  
Blogger gracie said...

stunningly evocative...and provocative!

4/14/2006 7:08 AM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

Lori's photograph is very sensual and beautiful. I love it, and it is a perfect visual for this poem.

4/14/2006 8:51 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all, for your wonderful and diverse comments! And thanks to Lori for offering her photo!

4/14/2006 1:32 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Y'all are most welcome.

I wondered why I shot it when I shot it...now I know!

;-)

4/14/2006 9:42 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Beautiful... you two should create a card and set up a website and start selling your work together. Collector's items. xo

4/17/2006 1:25 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

those tendrils!! long notes of wanting to hold on, steady brave and strong...I like the imagery of your words! sensual and giving!

4/21/2006 11:45 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda and TIC, thanks for your lovely comments!

4/24/2006 9:23 AM  

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