Deepest Green


The world is deepest green at the moment,
filled with oppression and a sultry yearning,
like when you run your hands
and I plot in my head what I should do.

The sky is filled with clouds that shape
the mood that I am in, will it rain tomorrow
or will you find my lips as cold as today
I watch you watch as I move in a swim suit.

Too green, too filled with ambiguity and lust,
I can strangle myself with my own hair
as twisting at night, I hear the shrill wheeze;
are these my mosquito days, when summer
sensors cajole and the tide is running high?



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-09 at 20:58

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Well this reeks of danger and the feeling of being caught in a snare
2014-08-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What the others have said is true. This is a fine poem of "sultry yearning."
2014-08-14


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
The work of an accomplished artist, beyond equivocation.
2014-08-11



Those mosquito days come like clockwork. Intriguing images and nice, sultry atmosphere, rather like late summer.
2014-08-11



Too green, too filled with ambiguity and lust,
I can strangle myself with my own hair
as twisting at night, I hear the shrill wheeze;
are these my mosquito days, when summer
sensors cajole and the tide is running high?

i like this last stanza because it is filled with
poetry and experience of life
2014-08-10


shells
I feel the "closeness" of the weather and emotions, lovely heady piece.
2014-08-10



Sensuous and filled with beautiful imagery. A pleasure to read.
2014-08-09



I like this very much:)
I do believe you could make anything very enchanting:)
2014-08-09