Thursday, July 14, 2011

Back in the Saddle

Whew! I'm dusting off the trail dirt, taking a long, cool drink from the spring & getting back into the writer's life after working my patootie off for the past two years getting through school. I'm not sure how far an advanced degree will get me, but it was a big dream for a long time and I did it!

Now, I'll have more time again to frolick and play and roll around in the dirt! Yee-haw!

We just returned from a massive and massively wonderful road trip all the way across the country, from Oregon to Lake of the Woods country in Ontario, Canada. This land is so incredible! The weather was warm and summery all the way there and we're here at home in clouds and rain. It's better than 108 degrees in Oklahoma, but cummon, not this again! Where's our summer?

Ah well. For everything, there is a season.....and perhaps, a reason.

The rain falls plainly

This rain, it is not like the tropical rain.
Cold, northern ‘precipitation’ falls
uninterrupted, without the sexy drumbeat
rhythm of leaf strike and stalk slide,
no island salsa cha-cha here –
only pedestrian tap-tap-tap leaking from
lonely hearts and grey skies,
in and out of cold, cruel, heartless months.
Incense is burning. Dough is rising.
Love burns slowly, leaving a trail of soft, grey ash
and fleeting footprints of existence.

Tropical Rain

In the velvet of dawn,
lips caress wet, sun-kissed skin.
Tongues intertwine
as morning glory vines.
Fingertips stroke a rhythm
against taut, silk drumhead
of thigh and belly and breast.
Toes touch. Sea meets sky.
Palms sway. A sigh of breeze.
A melody of sunlight.
A swaying hammock of birdsong.
Earth and bloom rise to greet the day.



Craig Sorensen said...

Congrats on the degree, and welcome back. I was beginning to think you were just going to leave us humble erotica authors behind.

It's been unseasonably dry out this ways, so thanks for raining on me.

Nice poems.

Gina Marie said...

Hi Craig! Nah, never! I just didn't realize how hard it would be work full time, go to school & wrastle two teenage sons all at the same time. But you can't take the dirty out of the girl, so here I am.

Jeremy Edwards said...

And not a moment too soon! We've been trying to cover, but I look ridic in the Gina wig. Well, I look ridic anyway... but that's another story.

Erobintica said...

Lovely poems!

And yes, welcome back!