Visible Openings In Woodlands Xx Xxx Xx Improvisation 04 12 2014 Original 08 28 2004 Poem by Lee Mack

Improvisation 04 12 2014
Original 08 28 2004





Visible Openings in Woodlands


There is spirit beyond sense of openings in woodlands
Visible artificial light arcs through outer edge trees
Burdened to carry fruit; trees of life foreshadow faithful
Paths through woodlands, sound chambers with hope
Struck by engaged necessity reach the man in the light
In woodlands there are no familiar paths through
Openings in woodlands tree stumps speak communal
Symbolic language to life lines in a star streak rustling
Farthest fears of thunder and fateful closeness nearest
reassuring silence; light of grammar blooms and browns
In woodlands we meet when blooms appear to color her
Allures of ashen lips once filled with blood and swell
From the heat of touch - kindling embers when we greet
With sniffles to smell her skin - the hair that pollinates to
Draw us to her sensuous whereabouts the touch of her
Wet-leaf kisses scintillate the reluctance of a season –
The rite releases the crick from shortened memory
And prunes the edge of overgrowth that distills to spirits
Dripping into rubber, coconut milk, wind strung instrumental
Reeds of vibrant melodies; love saps and we are just but
Shade of trees of sun dried bush beds of seed, vocal cords
Strung to bell and drum warning sounds from mountain
Waterfalls tongue lapping at lakes - sky covered tree leaf
Roofs droop to shed aphrodisiac dews marking woodland
Territory on drip lined pine needle beds; from overhead
Woodland hoods block out star light stored in high energy
Clouds - love winds through in powder kegs of stored night
And occasional woodland stars are strung a morning bright
A bat of an eye a clearance a passage but no one comes
To respond to waves of greeting in continual jubilee of
Praise - so souls bereft are left to boast of familiar paths
Once in rearview mirror views through woodlands.