Under the Crust by Kristina Woodhill apple blossom pie of my eye blush to my skin smelling your swelling buds I wandered into your sphere where you cluster so tightly long arms wave wind's bluster aside here I hide * in this orchard deliberately i'm bound to bloom this year i'll open up float petals in life's tea cup invoking my core * slowly grow stronger fed all along pure pollen by pollen bits dotting your spingshine kiss lipstonguewords vibrate because of this earth's steady buzz 04/27/2013 Posted on 04/27/2013 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 04/29/13 at 10:56 PM It sounds to me as if Spring has Sprung somewhere in your heart and I hear a song which tells the story. Posted by W. Mahlon Purdin on 04/30/13 at 12:50 AM "long arms wave wind's bluster aside" -- especially how you lined it -- is a marvelous line in a remarkable poem. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/30/13 at 04:18 PM Magnificent capture of Spring, your flower persona...excellent extended metaphor! Posted by Laura Doom on 06/04/13 at 05:24 PM So this is how Spring affects you--a sensuality to be savoured; appetising poetry, the crust dissolving in my ears... 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 © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)