russian olive by Kristina Woodhill assaulting the olfactory like a teenage boy on his first date all cologne and long limbs studded up one side and down the other (outrageous!) with tiny yellow flowery tattoos the likes unseen except on late spring's garish runway along every unwary ditch bank that wasn't looking last year or the year before as birds succumbed to the sensuous soft gray suit brushing their resting feathers the perfect stop over heavy with tempting white mealy orbs many eaten with gusto and, oh! just one more before wind and whimsy invited random flight and the seed was spread to all corners on silly, sated wings dropping in uninvited on the unsuspecting like a tick deep in a dog with no claws to scratch 06/02/2009 Posted on 06/02/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by A. Paige White on 06/02/09 at 03:55 PM This is such vivid writing I had to stop and scratch before I could comment. "all cologne and long limbs studded up one side and down the other (outrageous!) with tiny yellow flowery tattoos the likes unseen" is just an awesome description that gave me the giggles. New way to view a teenage male for sure! Thoroughly enjoyed this. Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/02/09 at 04:53 PM You always seem to make me just a little more aware of what's going on in the so-called middle of nowhere, if that makes any sense. Love this. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/03/09 at 01:41 AM Although olives are one of the few foods I've never taken a liking to, I love the descriptiveness of your poem Kristina. Me thinks there is much more here though than meets the mind's pallet. Well done! Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/05/09 at 02:10 AM Brilliant Kristina. Just pure brilliant. So playfully stunning and pure. Thank you so much for sharing this Kristina. Very much appreciated. Posted by Kris Mara on 06/05/09 at 12:14 PM this really is amazing...the imagery throughout is stunning -- grabbed me with the first stanza and the teenage boy description (making a person nod in recollection) and delivered with each emerging image...superb Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/05/09 at 05:17 PM "and, oh! just one more before wind and whimsy invited random flight" It grabbed me there, I love this!!! Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/07/09 at 12:23 PM the wonderful opening line and then the wonder of all that is between that line and the marvelous closing one. Posted by Brian Francis on 06/07/09 at 03:38 PM Ah yes I can smell the silverberry and taste the mealy sweet gifts of nature. Takes me back to Turkey's country roads. Very nice write. --bf Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/26/09 at 01:48 PM What is delicious about this poem is the way it illustrates a poet's ability to let the mind get off the triggering subject to find a new one emerge on the journey. That first stanza DOES bounce out with verve. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)