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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sticky Intimacy

The morning yawns awake
its amber brilliance revives me.
String me up with the sun
I want to peek at the world through the oaks.
I’m weary of this limited view
ground zero with the lilacs.

The sky is the audience
of the dark bumblebee’s dance
navigating virgin blossoms
yet missing out on the bruising intimacy
of bee’s sticky feet
and the swooning perfume of pollination.

From afar it only seems romantic.

23 comments:

Cheryl said...

Beautiful, Leah, absolutely beautiful.

And the pictures are perfect to go with your words.

You are such a talent!

Debra said...

Leah, you have some poem here. A rare jewel.
Couldn’t help but notice how you separated that last line. Powerful stuff.

In the absence of inspiration, do you still sit down to write anyway?
Or do you procrastinate and wait for motivation?
http://debrasblogpureandsimple.blogspot.com/2012/05/sitzfleisch-and-flash.html

The Loerzels said...

I don't even like poetry, but I loved this. I think I would love anything you wrote.

Healing Morning said...

Ohhh, you take me there. I can smell the damp morning air, feel the bloom of humidity painting across the sky. Waking up with the world isn't something I do as often as I should. This took me into that moment, though, and reminded me why I have such love for you and your writerly soul. <3

- Dawnie

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

That was lovely and thought-provocative. Well done, Leah!

Jayne said...

Oh, Leah, a poem! Is it not? Is it not romantic? Or is it drunken-love, gulping down the sweet nectar! Either way, I'm swooning. ;)

Beautiful!

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks Cheryl;)

Leah Griffith said...

Debra, sometimes I jit and jot around with words and it comes out lovely like this poem and other times—er...not so good. LOL!! Thanks;)

Leah Griffith said...

Marie, thanks girl, that mean a lot coming from you;)

Leah Griffith said...

Dawn, you're such a sweet soul. Sending writerly love to you girl.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Karen. I love playing with words and sometimes things work out nicely. A few more days till your launch. Woo Hoo!!

Leah Griffith said...

Jayne, a poem it is, drunk and swooning from the trees;)

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Brilliant, sensitive, engaging in every word.
Just love this!
Blessings, Leah!

Tameka said...

So beautiful Leah. I often have bumble-bee envy. They get to fly high, eat for free and bear witness to lovely perfume and beauty. This was written with flair and love. Thank you! Great pics as well. :-)

Irene @ Inspiration From The Little Things said...

I am reading this so early in the morning and the words are very refreshing! :-)

janaki nagaraj said...

Awesome...:-)

Nikky44 said...

Very beautiful!!

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks so much Janaki <3

Leah Griffith said...

Martha, you are such a blessing!

Leah Griffith said...

Tameka, I know nothing about poetry. I've never studied it and I'm not even sure what constitutes a poem. I just write. That's all.
It's a bit intimidating having you, a bona fide poet, read it;)

I have bird envy...imagine being able to fly away!
Love!

Leah Griffith said...

Irene, early in the morning is when I write my best. There seems to be an aura of inspiration in the morning light.

Leah Griffith said...

Nikky, Thank you for stopping by and reading. I'm glad that you enjoyed my little poem;)

melissa said...

Sooo rare and beautiful Leah...it makes me think of something else. I loved the very first lines :)

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