Little wildflower…
Little wildflower
My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days.
I sat at her feet and I told her. I was the fortunate one. I have the weeping willows near and the wildflowers abound. I’m confined in the beauty of nature and your beautiful eyes.
She laughed at my words and brought me near. She whispered. “Write me a poem of bittersweet dance and tasty night falls where we know nuptial bliss and unrestrained kisses”.
“My wildflower
You turn me inside out and make me bleed. You show me I’m alive and taught me desperate need. I’m adrift in your smile and dream of your skin against my skin in the valley of the long night. Once reluctant kisses are sweet touches making me need you in the light of day and in the quiet of the night. I love you in the clasp of nature and you are a wildflower in the valley of my sweet dreams and hope.”
She smiled and she embraced me. She whispered to my yearning ear. “You are my madness and need in this wild world. I’m the fortunate one. You taught me to ascend to perfect and safe place. I love you dear Poet.”
Coyote/John Castellenas
“Raven hair” in my family’s definition hair that is so black it’s got a sheen of blue so they named a baby with that hair after that bird. That baby was me. This poem brought me back to a time in my life that has passed and I hope to one day visit and have the same nostalgic feelings. Thank you for that.
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I always liked the raven hair. Thank you dear Ricky for reading and the comment. I love poetry and story. We can tell our stories and we can read the stories of another.
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You’re very welcome John! I try to keep up with everyones blogs to the best of my abilities. It may take awhile but I really enjoy delving into others worlds of writing like your own.
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