Re: Rosegarden by C.G. Eicke (reading cloud ebooks txt) 📖

[rosa incognita]

YOUR numerous heads
simply nod off into spring
straying into berries
and first blossoms
of years to come you
reflect salmon and
mother of pearl.


[winchester cathedral]

YOU keep yourself
in profusion of china
all painted porcelain
stashed into powder
soft soap a board
stacked up
some piebald some sour:
you break into light.


[gräfin astrid von hardenberg]

YOU keep the theatre all
to your liking draped in
oxblood and velvets smothered
explicit scents you reach
into cavities paint all the
insides in grape you
support taste into sense: a
flight into fruit.


[petite de l’hollande]

YOU nourish special tenderness:
you watch out for moss
shadowed pebbles wild siblings
cluster in your sphere you
serve your dishes with potential
promise crisp prim skirts a
maid who made herself at home.


[ginger syllabub]

YOU are nutmeg ground
into orchid buds
blackened and sweet you
oscillate radiate
multiplicate spice folded
into shape.


[heritage]

YOU are the heir you
meet your royal sovereign:
pursed lips a tender pout
chose blood over water
blend into skin bloom
into the cheek of your bearer.


[jaques cartier]

YOUR sibling I presented
as present a long time you
were stuck in my mind buds
like collared pitbulls vivacity
spread into space.


[sympathie]

YOU came to terms
with openness rudeness in
all your last words
you kept climbing pushing
your way through softness
light hues of sunset
trapped in particles
fleshened out to juice.


[new dawn]

with YOU sunk this
old old mood down to
fragility your temperance
unkempt receiving
wonders upon wonders all
birds stop in flight to
remind themselves of
beauty.


[schöne dortmunderin]

YOU shadow this patch
of water sharp grasses
refugees nestle close
to your roots the sound
of bronze bells
bamboo and glass
surround you territories.


[great maiden’s blush]

YOU’re all my incarnations
descriptions my roundness of
cheek a portrait my violent
flush at the
unforeseen unforgivable
luscious grey leaves erectness
correctness your gritty fragrance
framed into gold.


[constance spry]

YOU never gave me the
opportunity to burrow
into you are the shyest
in abundance – yet – I am
breathlessly waiting for you.


[nahèma]

YOU were one of life’s surprises
your harshness your rawness
the carefully structured brick
work under frills a
loosely closed fist.


[super dorothy]

in spite of YOUR barren smell
you keep life in its bloom your
eyes shine out to me perception
slips down
into your brittle embrace.


[schneewalzer]

I never thought YOUR
unleashed fresh green charm
a tuft heap of faint regret
your fragrance: all lost summers
lost dusk envelopes of
sadness.


[mary rose]

YOU stepped down your
wave-coloured head deep
down you sang to the
sailor blue death you
sang blue bundles of thought
gave generous gifts: in
sugar caskets you brought them
along.


[bobby james]

YOU seduced cherries
into submission keeping their
blossoms sparse giving
way into their branches slowly
steady you’re stroking soft
shoots against roots against
balance you win.


[schneewittchen]

one day YOU will be the
making of me delicate
tumble-haired lowest of low
you imitate its feathers
shaking pompom on stick.


[francis e. lester]

YOU mirror fellows of old
spread-petalled simple
for deception rustle
your scented breath into
purple leaves purple bark
some day soon you be
king again.


[brother cadfael]

YOU let winds sweep by
filter reminiscence of lakes
shore luminous sky a
constant reminder push
out your gentleness you
clothe air in peony.


[raubritter]

YOU are mere speculation
presentiment prejudice lingers
in scentless nakedness for
you I dug to centres of heat
amidst the sprouts of spring
you’ll fulfil.


[charles de mills]

in YOUR realm you
leave nothing to be desired dance
narrow-eyed into the northern
territories your soul keeps
hidden: green dressed up as
stealth a virile drive to sun
in all your regal purple whispers:
monster’s ball.


[wild rose]

YOUR wish to shelter all
world all dark creates
all ladies bowers you lean
over protect hips like spikes
down your spine.


[louise odier]

my last wish was YOU. crumpled
and dry you came to the garden
to stretch and flower to yawn
I’ll watch your sleep I dug
your bed I tended a promise prominent
guess-work dark speculation.

Text: Copyright by C.G. Eicke, 2011 All Rights Reserved
Publication Date: 04-28-2011

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