Monday, January 29, 2007

Purple; a plum's tale

Purple; a plum's tale

A plum comes to me
in my dark place, where
there is no Eye.

Purple sweetness-
Satin sheets are the arms
of an orchard.

Spring disguises itself
as my lover again;
it happens every year.

I know full well
the ear lobe I bite is the
visceral beauty of god.


Parapluie said...

I enjoyed your blog poetry and photos so rich in beauty.

Rikk said...

With Spring for a lover, what will the children be?

Princess Haiku said...

Green :)

Ta-Miit said...

I like your plum-poem. The last verse reminds me of my husband and his earlobe which is covered with faint silky fur...

lotusgreen said...

it does happen every year!

Starfisher said...

I love this so much I have 'featured' it on my poetry page. Hope that's OK princess...

Princess Haiku said...

Thank you Starfish.