Hope to figure out the picture thing soon.


Spring Feverwet, crumpled shoots of grass, like newly hatched birds or insects with wrinkled wings, breaking out of their shells and their cocoons for the first time, wait helplessly for the sun to warm and dry them open, unfurling in a fierce March breeze.Spring Fever
..which stirs strands of soft hair, colors of rich earth, warm sand she runs across the empty field, a retriever by her side, who knows, as she thinks, that this is living renewed by momentary peace and rare, unsmothered solitude.
she can see the dark'ning sky as the tentative life beneath her


FingersLate at night In darkness that could Unnerve a lonely heart (Which conceals we know not what, But us from the world), Your loose and tired fist Curls around my fingers Grasping. The touch Stirs the deepest craving, The maternal Within, a child.Fingers
You are still a child, Your fingers Reaching out for comfort. And I sense it: You need me as I need you… A mother-child, father-child, Lover-children. Conflicting instincts -
Protect and be held, as we are, Naked-soft.
Your fingers, rough and calloused hands  
I noticed your "Memento Mori" and I wanted to invite you to contribute to a gallery showing about portraying clocks as reminders of death, or an variation on that. Please let me know if you are interested.
Thanks.
Arvo
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i'm looking around to maybe buy one..
as always, love your stuff!
keep it up!
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maybe we will meet again, and true loves touch and spirit will return.. then again, maybe just a chance would do.. the chance to love again, renewed...
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You have an awesome gallery Cait. I honestly haven't had the time to look completely through it yet. Once I do though, please forgive my lack of comments on any poetry. I have ADD out the wazoo and can't sit still long enough to read a whole poem.
thanks for the +fav on Worn Past. I still haven't noticed whether or not they did knock that house down yet or not
byes for now.
*poke*
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