Texture

Somehow the colours seem sharper
even in a fading light, I taste them
tangy, tarte upon my tongue.
It will be texture that I miss.

A score of years have passed
and in a blink, I watch the budding
on the trees and patches of grass,
they are vivid and the ground unkempt.

Has the spring always been or does it seem
that I sense, smell the overturned turf,
Perhaps like a forebear, I should take
the wooden grapin and rest my soul

watch as birds lift the forgotten twig
that ripped from stem, autumn took her,
left her lying, then slowly covered,
the sun reveals, the coverage conceals.

Am I out of focus that I seem to see,
have I become stale to other tastes,
I let the soft silk slip through my fingers,
yes, it shall be texture I miss most.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-03-28 at 20:35

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Peter Humphreys
A beautiful poem in form, content, emotion and indeed texture, you link autumn and the mild hopes offered by spring with grace and beauty. Peter
2014-03-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Not stale at all, I'd say, and the graceful language of the poem indicates that texture remains with you.
2014-03-30


Ivan R
First and foremost, a wonderful poem.
It never lets the reader go, slip of this wall of paint, all so beautiful colours ... when I read this it takes me away to a world I have never known, but so I go in to it, with these words, in a poem as good as it is beautiful.
2014-03-30


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
A sense of time elapsing even as an esthetic evolves,
or may be the light eloping with the night,
running away to who knows where?
Perhaps to discover silk anew.
2014-03-29



Too often we put the sense of touch at the bottom of the rung. I try to make a point of running my hands over the leaves and blooms of my plants, as well as enjoying the scents and sight.

Good versing, as usual.
2014-03-29


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Never stale to me :) The way you grab my mind and make it immerse itself so completely in the beautiful descriptions of your words is just wonderful. I needless to say loved this.
2014-03-29