I hope you all don’t mind if I reblog today this little piece written in the park about this time last winter, but new to many of you. Warm regards, K.
Mossy stockings worn to the knees,
sticky snow groping these,
but she don’t seem to mind it.
Snow is solid sweat
gathering in her crevices,
but she don’t mind the wet.
He’s rooted there erect,
wobbly without any thrust;
he don’t mind the tickly touch.
Still, he’ll freeze completely
as he knows he must,
but, he don’t mind solidifying,
paralysis is trust.
Then, next season
they’ll find a reason
to free themselves from lust.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
love the imagery, the repetition and the language: quirky and interesting —
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That’s marvelous. A perfect description of me and my poetry actually. Thank you, John.
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Nice imagery!
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Thank you, Ingrid. 😃
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You poetry has a rhythm to it and is treat to read… Good word selection does the trick… plus touching our winter hearts with warmth…lol
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Thank you. It’s amazing what you can create when shivering and staring down a late winter snowstorm. These kind words are fresh logs to keep my poet hearty burning a few more cold winter weeks. I needed that. 💜
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aww you are so welcome…and it is a pleasure and privilege to read your work and comment! Happy Friday and here’s to a poet’s hearty burning…lol
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Magnificent, K. I love all of your poems, and the sensual ones with ties to nature are always so amazing. 💜
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Thank you kindly, Jeff. I sometimes need to remember this connection to nature. It is my greatest love, and yet I sometimes neglect it. I really appreciate your kind words. 💜 Thank you, friend.
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You’re most welcome, K. I understand that completely. I think we all neglect nature at times, the awareness that we do so is important. It’s always my pleasure. 💜
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😀
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This is awesome. Such fabulous observation wrangled onto clever, quirky rhyming verse.
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Thank you kindly, Worms. A very expressive tree, as I think I wrote about that same one several times last winter. Okay, I may have been pushing a few of my own emotions onto those limbs.
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Ha ha. What are voiceless objects if not things for us to give our voice to?
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Indeed. 😊 was contemplating that very thing again this morning.
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This is lovely, clever stuff and well worth the re-post.
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Merci.😊
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Dairy Ann!
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I love how you connect the tree’s emotions with your own feelings
It’s very astute and endearing to be one with nature
Were you in Bavaria? I don’t remember snow here
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