A brush of fingers;
first taste of morning tea;
he snuggled close
like smell of fresh rose;
enveloping hugs
a naughty waterfall,
hushing the bird’s cry
she nestled in his gaze;
A vain attempt
to break the time
gather dry leaves
and burn them green.
(Based on the poetry prompt at http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/23/formforall-writing-visual/ )
Beautiful images here.
well i def like the thought of a naughty waterfall first thing in the morning…hehe…burning them green is a great touch as well..a rekindling…
Very well done. 😀
I like a naughty waterfall…
What an inventive way to tell the age old story of the “morning after”. I love “gather dry leaves and burn them green.” Time dries as it passes, and nothing is the same twice.
gather dry leaves
and burn them green… if it would only be possible…love how you wrapped us in the moment..
Beautiful word flow and images made me reread the poem several times. The last two lines worked well for me, I liked the idea of burning leaves green.
“and burn them green.” – That’s pretty great right there. Damn I wish I wrote that.
Awesome write.
Ah…now this one has set me into a pondering mode.
Beautiful! 🙂
This is really pretty!
You have great imagery here.
I love ‘hushing the bird’s cry…she nestled in his gaze’ . Like love musically put to words.
This is a wonderful snapshot! Love it.
beautiful 🙂 like always 🙂
You’ve been tagged here!
Feels very comfortable…