Literati,
Laura Girardeau informs us through the elegance of her poetic words, that her first lover is nature.
Nature is my First Lover
by Laura Girardeau
Nature is my first lover.
I lay naked on tawny fields,
waiting for nothing but Now.
I taste the delicious dirt
society tries to wash away.
I admire the bright rebuttal
of October leaf.
I court river rocks,
hold their smooth, blue bodies
to my ear to hear
all the world’s water
humming in their hearts.
I dance in ponderosas’
cinnamon embrace, their skin
rough comfort on my cheek.
Even snow does not chill me.
It softens me like an apology,
lays out the blank page
before the poem.
Note that due to computer browser issues, etc., the original stanzas are not showing up here. However, nature is not ordered by stanzas, so maybe this is appropriate.
What a beautiful and poetic response to the chaos of electronics. And your poem looks perfect to me. Really nice line breaks.
I bet you say that to all the girls
Laura, the stanza’s played within my own mind as I read this. Capturing the essence of nature is not an easy task, yet I fell in love with it all over again, reading your poetry. In fact, I could see myself in awe of what nature has provided and I loved it. Thank you
I, too am an avid nature lover. My mother used to take me as a little girl to a small secluded area and we would sunbath naked and I would play in the water and let the minnows kiss my toes. One of my favorite memories that brought to the forefront of my mind with this poem. Thank you. I love the personification of the rocks and some of those words choices were perfect: delicious dirt, bright rebuttal, softens me like an apology… Just wonderful!
Everything is connected…nature to our own true nature, but one.
Wonderful!
Glad this sparked memories for you, and encourages you to get out in nature again! Thanks for your comment, everyone!
Your love for nature is written very beautifully…. Gds handiwork is everywhere!
Thanks for the lovely reminder Laura.
Your beautiful words reminded me of a feeling that sparked my own poem. I hope you feel the link between your words and mine. I love the way you call out to the feral nature of the wild woman within you and own it, almost sexually possessive, through the descriptions. This is some good stuff.
http://tiffanyvakilian.com/fridays-poem-11-15-13
Wow, Tiffany. I bookmarked your poem. Yes, I see similarities in our poetry and sensual sensibilities. Your work is honest and raw, yet connecting and inviting. Can we go so far as to say that a woman’s touch is caressing the words?
Wow, I love that last line. Beautiful, Laura.
Being a nature lover – this flowed so well in my mind and vision. Beautifully done.