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the reveal
by Kristina Woodhillorange, yellow, red
throw themselves down,
autumnal paintbrush splash;
a rustling sigh escapes
as clinging can no
longer satisfy and fading
green flees the scene
of gypsy lee rose,
inviting arms outstretched,
standing supple,
stark and shy,
in her sunlit, colored pool 11/04/2008
Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/04/08 at 09:33 PM Sigh...
What a beautifully soothing poem. It's almost as if you can hear a gently murmuring stream flowing through it. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/04/08 at 09:47 PM kristina, same as paige, half way thru, i paused realizing i was wishing i'd written it and well you know...i saw each photograph of your seasonal and reveal[ing] jaunt, thanks for that viewfinder. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/04/08 at 09:53 PM As poetically colorful as you m'lady. And like us who cling to what we know as long as it is viable. Very nice. |
| Posted by David Hill on 11/05/08 at 01:12 AM As for me, I liked the stripper connection. In fact, I prefer that visual, which this piece conjures. |
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