Your Laughter

The echoes of your laughter.

We never forget……

(experimental)


Late November, another rainfall record  

I stand, watch our dogs circling the naked trees

(apple, pear, fig, acers and the mimosas)

Bear, a fallen feather tightly fanged,

Precious mined from the hibernating grass

Chester chasing panting full stretch

 

They plunge past through trimmed lavender stems,

Stand stilled beneath your cherry tree

Which in this dead desolate month

Tips heavy with unseasonal bloom,

As if it, its roots fed by your burnt bones,

Remembers you our constant Spring

 

Coiled ready for my call they watch

Me poised waiting for the breeze to shift

Lift East your blossoms essence steeping me

Once more your gardener heart pruned seeded

Another day lived without you with you

I whistle lips tuned by you they come

Infected by the echoes of your laughter

 

(original)

Late November, another record rainfall.  

I stand, watch our dogs circling the naked trees

(apple, pear, fig, acers and the mimosas),

Bear, the possessor of a fallen feather,

Chased by Chester, panting full stretch.

 

They plunge past through trimmed lavender stems,

Stand stilled beneath your cherry tree,

Which in this dead desolate month

Tips heavy with unseasonal bloom,

As if it, its roots fed by your burnt bones,

Remembers you our constant Spring.

 

Coiled, ready for my call, they watch

Me poised waiting for the breeze to shift,

Lift East your blossoms, essence steeping me

Once more your gardener, heart pruned, seeded.

Another day lived without you, with you.

I whistle, lips tuned by you. They come

Infected by the echoes of your laughter.

© Bhi 2021
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ChairmanWow

Great poem, both versions. I feel the original is clearer but the flow is better in the experimental. I will be thinking about the unseasonal blooming of that cherry tree for a while.

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