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Clowns
CLOWNS
4/11/2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
The field in which the lovers quiet lay;
they, quite naked, on that gentle summer’s day.
Naked, but did not seem so to each the other,
flesh to flesh pressed were they,
wrapped in each the other’s arms.
Bewitched were they each by the other’s charms.
Surrounded, they, then the enchanted couple did stay,
by a tender, yielding earth’s blanket lay
of soft, dew-kissed, bright-green clover.
There, out of sight, in secret, hidden from the world,
their lives, their futures at once uncurled, were tenderly unfurled;
as they turned their trust in love to each other over.
Searching fingertips roamed in quest of communion with their lover,
and, as they did, reached out and touched waiting fingertips in soft discover.
A bond did form, that day, atop the yielding, sweet-soft lay of clover.
Fevered, hungered, searching lips did seek out and find the other.
She being a gentle, farmer’s virgin-daughter, and he a homeless, lonely rover.
They found a love no one could ever harm upon the sleeping clover.
Entranced from that day forever more they were.
Seduced by each the other’s charms.
While butterflies and humming birds the air about them did gently fan and stir.
A relaxing of herself did occur. The broken barrier the waiting shaft exposed.
The tower entered by strong sense of permanence yearning superimposed.
They entered a place, few ever reach, a union strong, too much in love to be ill composed.
He gently wiped the beaded moisture and clinging hair from her smiling face,
then with trembling fingers, her beauty before him did slowly trace.
Amazed at the wonder he saw there in her sparkling eyes,
far bluer than he had ever seen in any lake or ever in the skies.
Therein he saw a future ne’er dreamt could ever hold for him,
and to her pledged his love eternally from that moment forever then.
As he lifted her to lightly kiss, he told her his love was twice that of being true.
He vouchsafed himself forevermore to her that warm, hushed, and gentle day,
and the lovers, pressed close again each against the other,
fell asleep hiding in the lay of soft, sweet-summer clover,
caressed by a gentle breeze, while watched over,
guarded by ten thousand clowns set by the breeze to waving.
Each clown of summer wore a different colored hat.
A different colored hat upon each stem had Nature formed and sat.
Red, blue, pink, yellow, then, and some a blend, above each clown did stay,
As though Nature, in love with color and with shape, had placed upon each
of them special, dainty, glorious crowns that summer’s day.
Their voices soft but laughter came as in the light wind they did tilt and sway.
Twinkling jewels of dew touched more than just a few,
and sparkled as diamonds would when touched, when kissed by the sun,
and the lovers came to know gently each the other that waking day;
for wrapped in a summer’s heat for the first time as they naked lay,
wrapped in the heat of a growing lust for each the other then knew,
wrapped in a soft love that spiked and pierced the soul.
And a gallant beauty of a farmer’s daughter that day was set to foal,
from the rapt love, the two lovers that day did share.
Then, as they lay in the hotness of summer, amid the power of a torrid lust;
each pledged the other their lives would from that day forward forever share,
for each the other had grown amid a mounting trust,
a love of which came first and did forever last from that day most fair.
And other the years from their love five children lept,
while, always, each lover near the other, the pair was at all times close kept.
Until years had passed, and they were both grown old and gray.
The farmer’s gentle, virgin-daughter and the once, lonely rover,
who, together, had lain one summer’s hazy day surrounded by the soft and yielding clover
while watched over, they were, by ten thousand waving, laughing clowns.
Waving summer clowns, and each had, from the others, all worn different colored crowns.
The lovers were one day by grown children found; their arms entwined in death fast asleep.
In gentle passing their pledges to never leave, the other did each keep.
And visited they this place together one final time to lay
side by side, together at rest beneath the earth on that final day
And the clowns of summer danced while their children stood to pray
Then they lay the lovers in the waiting, loved blessed ground
at the very spot so long before where the two had each the other’s love found,
Their children and close friends stood with flowing tears wetting fresh dug soil,
used then to forever cover the resting pair in peace to stay
To rest from many long years of earthly toil
Each aged lover beneath a blanket of soft and fertile soil
And above the graves, the clowns grew tall
from summer to late that fall.
While crowns, atop each stem, nature placed as a cover,
that forever grows, each summer, above each sleeping lover.
CLOWNS
CLOWNS
4/11/2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
The field in which the lovers quiet lay;
they, quite naked, on that gentle summer’s day.
Naked, but did not seem so to each the other,
flesh to flesh pressed were they,
wrapped in each the other’s arms.
Bewitched were they each by the other’s charms.
Surrounded, they, then the enchanted couple did stay,
by a tender, yielding earth’s blanket lay
of soft, dew-kissed, bright-green clover.
There, out of sight, in secret, hidden from the world,
their lives, their futures at once uncurled, were tenderly unfurled;
as they turned their trust in love to each other over.
Searching fingertips roamed in quest of communion with their lover,
and, as they did, reached out and touched waiting fingertips in soft discover.
A bond did form, that day, atop the yielding, sweet-soft lay of clover.
Fevered, hungered, searching lips did seek out and find the other.
She being a gentle, farmer’s virgin-daughter, and he a homeless, lonely rover.
They found a love no one could ever harm upon the sleeping clover.
Entranced from that day forever more they were.
Seduced by each the other’s charms.
While butterflies and humming birds the air about them did gently fan and stir.
A relaxing of herself did occur. The broken barrier the waiting shaft exposed.
The tower entered by strong sense of permanence yearning superimposed.
They entered a place, few ever reach, a union strong, too much in love to be ill composed.
He gently wiped the beaded moisture and clinging hair from her smiling face,
then with trembling fingers, her beauty before him did slowly trace.
Amazed at the wonder he saw there in her sparkling eyes,
far bluer than he had ever seen in any lake or ever in the skies.
Therein he saw a future ne’er dreamt could ever hold for him,
and to her pledged his love eternally from that moment forever then.
As he lifted her to lightly kiss, he told her his love was twice that of being true.
He vouchsafed himself forevermore to her that warm, hushed, and gentle day,
and the lovers, pressed close again each against the other,
fell asleep hiding in the lay of soft, sweet-summer clover,
caressed by a gentle breeze, while watched over,
guarded by ten thousand clowns set by the breeze to waving.
Each clown of summer wore a different colored hat.
A different colored hat upon each stem had Nature formed and sat.
Red, blue, pink, yellow, then, and some a blend, above each clown did stay,
As though Nature, in love with color and with shape, had placed upon each
of them special, dainty, glorious crowns that summer’s day.
Their voices soft but laughter came as in the light wind they did tilt and sway.
Twinkling jewels of dew touched more than just a few,
and sparkled as diamonds would when touched, when kissed by the sun,
and the lovers came to know gently each the other that waking day;
for wrapped in a summer’s heat for the first time as they naked lay,
wrapped in the heat of a growing lust for each the other then knew,
wrapped in a soft love that spiked and pierced the soul.
And a gallant beauty of a farmer’s daughter that day was set to foal,
from the rapt love, the two lovers that day did share.
Then, as they lay in the hotness of summer, amid the power of a torrid lust;
each pledged the other their lives would from that day forward forever share,
for each the other had grown amid a mounting trust,
a love of which came first and did forever last from that day most fair.
And other the years from their love five children lept,
while, always, each lover near the other, the pair was at all times close kept.
Until years had passed, and they were both grown old and gray.
The farmer’s gentle, virgin-daughter and the once, lonely rover,
who, together, had lain one summer’s hazy day surrounded by the soft and yielding clover
while watched over, they were, by ten thousand waving, laughing clowns.
Waving summer clowns, and each had, from the others, all worn different colored crowns.
The lovers were one day by grown children found; their arms entwined in death fast asleep.
In gentle passing their pledges to never leave, the other did each keep.
And visited they this place together one final time to lay
side by side, together at rest beneath the earth on that final day
And the clowns of summer danced while their children stood to pray
Then they lay the lovers in the waiting, loved blessed ground
at the very spot so long before where the two had each the other’s love found,
Their children and close friends stood with flowing tears wetting fresh dug soil,
used then to forever cover the resting pair in peace to stay
To rest from many long years of earthly toil
Each aged lover beneath a blanket of soft and fertile soil
And above the graves, the clowns grew tall
from summer to late that fall.
While crowns, atop each stem, nature placed as a cover,
that forever grows, each summer, above each sleeping lover.
Monday Morning
Another Monday and I have a new poem called Clowns. I’m having trouble getting it posted. Someone complained to Facebook and said that I am “spamming”. I didn’t know sharing a poem was spamming. News to me. I see other people doing it all the time. Let’s see if this message goes through.
