Wild Love

 

I remember you, as the spring blooms erupt
you felt winter, made them wait long enough
those gorgeous mavericks, always lifted us
new wildflowers, crazy colors blowin’ up

I remember the beauty, you saw in those weeds
for you understood, how a wild heart bleeds
to grow free, but as were their untamed needs
indiscriminately, they dispersed their wilding seeds

I remember wildflowers, embracin’ hills n’glades
hundreds o’brightly hues, and many stunning shades
n’painting steepen’d slopes, in color rich cascades
I remember you so loved, those raucous renegades

I remember you, in our special park in May
in the cool Spring breeze, at the end of day
on the silvered beach, of the white-capped bay
ever so especially, along our moonlit waterways

I remember sunny days, as it was growing dark
reclined on the soft matt, of fallen aspen bark
to the day’s final song, of the lilting meadow lark
oh — I remember you, in that wonderful arbor park

I remember you my love, by the ivy’d garden wall
on those crisp and heady days, of the waning fall
laying languidly embraced, on a golden leafy sprawl
in the dappled shade, of that weeping willow tall

I remember you, sitting by the old oaken mill
‘neath autumn’s changing trees, high on that grassy hill
when we would make sweet love, in the early morning chill
I remember with joyful tears, our wild lover’s thrill

how we’d embrace, and laughing, run wildly downhill
free as those wildflowers, I remember you still
your bright eyes flashing, as tears of joy spill
even as I leave you love, you know I always will

~ Last Lines ~

New wildflowers, crazy colors blowin’ up
indiscriminately, they dispersed their wilding seeds
I remember you so loved, these raucous renegades
ever so especially, along our moonlit waterways

oh — I remember you, in that wonderful arbor park
in the dappled shade, of that weeping willow tall
I remember with joyful tears, our wild lover’s thrill
even as I leave you love — you know I always will

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 




12 thoughts on “Wild Love”

  1. Lovely poem full of rhymes and lovely last lines, Rob! I love the image of the ‘new wildflowers, crazy colors blowin’ up’ and ‘indiscriminately dispersing their wild seeds’, and the lines:
    ‘I remember spreading colors on hills,and glades
    in a hundred bright hues and as many shades
    even painting steep slopes in rich cascades
    I remember you loved these raucous renegades’.
    I especially love the phase ‘raucous renegades’.

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