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In pencil the heart is naked-
carbon on paper pulp,
lead on wood,
the same me writing to the same you,
impulse activating muscle and bone,
thought ending in a gesture.
About today-
a particular day for this rose bush, sporting new green
on old canes hardened in frost.
From the root
suspended juices slowly
rise.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it’s always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here’s the never ending circle of cyclical things.
Dear five-petaled Rosa-rugosa-
we have come here to die,
you and I,
come faithfully, year after year,
alive like this,
beginning again.
A caterpillar who loves us-
is turning within it’s sack, where shaping is visible.
When it emerges,
needing nourishment,
we’ll give ourselves up to that
hunger.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it’s always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here’s the never ending circle of cyclical things.
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Hahaha a lot of married couples could be having this conversation right now.
posted today
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Love
In pencil the heart is naked-
carbon on paper pulp,
lead on wood,
the same me writing to the same you,
impulse activating muscle and bone,
thought ending in a gesture.
About today-
a particular day for this rose bush, sporting new green
on old canes hardened in frost.
From the root
suspended juices slowly
rise.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it’s always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here’s the never ending circle of cyclical things.
Dear five-petaled Rosa-rugosa-
we have come here to die,
you and I,
come faithfully, year after year,
alive like this,
beginning again.
A caterpillar who loves us-
is turning within it’s sack, where shaping is visible.
When it emerges,
needing nourishment,
we’ll give ourselves up to that
hunger.
Even in dormancy-
a pulse.
Nothing halts elemental generating-
somewhere, sometime,
it’s always spring,
waiting for conditions to signal.
Come on-
here’s the never ending circle of cyclical things.
Welcome.