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First FlightThis morning, early rain so sweetly kissed
my face, while all around me spicy leaves
commenced to fall. The shifting air is bliss:
a twirling cirque soleil that sharply weaves

and flips. I long to join that acrobat
who wheels and beckons me from far above:
the autumn's fading stories landing flat
upon my head as if to offer love;

a spinning, wheeling, circling of scent
and sight and flight that flings my rusty caw
aloft on winds of amorous intent;
I spread my shaky, tattered wings in awe;

then quaking, shivering, turning in delight,
I join my lover's early morning flight.

Pub GoddessesPub Goddesses

Scent of a sweet, warm woman
forever mingled with tomato tang
deepened by garlic, broadened by rosemary
sharpened by thyme.

Professional charm, leavened by
that amused twinkle, that ironic eye that says,
Yes old man, I see your wintry libido:
ashy sparks in a spent fire.
Tip me well and I'll stand a bit closer.

Immaculate limbs, heated back, taut belly.
Untouchable.
At least by one as old as me.

Vestal virgins march by, each bearing
sacred feast, sacred wines. Or just as often,
sacred silverware, destined to grace a fresh washed alter,
clean as an empty pew waiting for new worshippers.

Cup-bearers, pub goddesses

The Lady of the Autumn WoodShe hides amongst the leaves of burnished gold,
her shivered word aloft on icy breeze:
a riddle made of astral filigrees,
trailed by dreams enwrapped in copper cold.

She wanders lost in memories of light,
remembering the wild abandonment
of dances coarse: lubricious sacrament
to summer's lovers lost to frosty night.

She stops and stands, her softly spoken sighs
emitting warmth enough to start the smoke
of fires first fanned by sylvan pagan folk.
She stops. She stands. A flickering in her eyes.

An ancient bonefire sputters where she stood:
the lady of the golden autumn wood.

Regret: The Faded RoseA gentle petal on my skin, her kiss
drew out of me a shaky, wondering sigh
as lover-mine plucked roses from on high,
and blood-red lips bestowed their heated bliss.

Bent over me with fragrant skin and hair,
all tousled from our recent warm embrace,
she draws a finger 'cross my lips and face.
The sunlight glistens on her body bare.

Then all too soon, the day gives way to night;
too soon the petals fall and lose their blush;
it's gone, all gone; it's vanished in a rush.
And thorns remain, all cold and hard and bright.

Then, lost in shadows dark with cold and rime,
a final petal falls, entrapped in time.

The QuestionIn my private parking lot:
a spiky thatch of hair,
perspiring palms that ache to touch,
a barren lamppost,
a heated gust that stirs the dust,
an unread book that idly flaps,
and I,
no less vacant than any of these,
and you,
eternally unresolved.

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Dandelion and Barnby ~themapper

Photography / Animals, Plants & Nature / Flowers, Trees & Plants

Such a ramshackle old barn. Such vibrant and fresh flowers. Together, they make such an interesting contrast.

!mankoneko Feb 28, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

you were chosen on featureday! trallalaaa!
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~themapper Feb 28, 2009

What a wonderful idea you have there with your features. Thanks for including me.

Taking this particular picture was fun. I got to lie down deep in the grass and dandelions to take the shot. When I got up, I was covered in yellow-orange pollen!

And yes dandelions are quite edible.

!mankoneko Feb 28, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

thank you, and you're welcome

that must have been wonderful! i always think that summer has arrived when i see the dandelions.

yum yum. the dandelion milk is quite horrid though. and the leaves get bitter when they're old. when i was a kid we used to dare each other to taste the milk and try to trick each other to eat old leaves saying they were wild sorrel.

~themapper Feb 28, 2009

<shocked looks in your direction> that was a wicked thing for a kid to do ... hahahaha!

yes, it was very wondrous to lie there in all that fantastic yellow, with the warm sun coming down on me and the bees buzzing all around me everywhere. a small piece of heaven, i think. and it comes every year. i am so lucky.

!mankoneko Mar 1, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

heh heh heh...
yes, kids are wicked things.

`marble911 Jul 11, 2005 Photographer

What a wonderful barn, in particular with the bright blue sky and the dandelions in front. Looks very friendly. Nice composition too (except for cutting off the top bit of the roof). From a purely practical point of view, I'd have preferred this in a slightly smaller version, so that one doesn't have to zoom around that much in all directions (I generally prefer to be able to view photos on my screen in one piece

). This would also have made the barn look a bit sharper. Other than that, I really like this!

~themapper Jul 11, 2005

Hm. I have had several comments to that effect, about the size, I mean. I may re-submit it, in a smaller size, to help with this. Thanks for the very thoughtful comment!

`marble911 Jul 12, 2005 Photographer

I guess most people like viewing pictures as a whole, in particular if detail doesn't matter that much (at least not as much as it would, say, in a macro shot of something very tiny). And I'm using a rather small screen too.

~themapper Jul 12, 2005

I'll re-size it and re-submit it! Thanks for the prod!

~Epidemia Jul 5, 2005

yeaah it's cool

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