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Withering Cedars, Georgia, United States
My name is Tim Morris. I currently dwell in Northwest Georgia on my estate, Withering Cedars, nestled at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, with my lovely wife and two beautiful daughters, where I teach high school American literature. I have been writing poetry for the majority of my life. I write about what I see around me. When asked, I describe my style as "realist romantic surrealism". The environment, sex, jazz, religion, politics, family, etc., are the subjects on which I tend to focus. When I am not writing, I play the banjo, didgeridoo, or drums or wander aimlessly shooting odd objects with my camera.

Friday, January 14, 2011

"down the road"

*for Suzanne

i had forgotten
how lovely
you look
in my hat;
your hair
a maniacal
auburn nest
grasping for air.

sitting on the sofa,
watching you,
snow burying our lawn,
i remember that time,
long ago,
when i played stieglitz
to your o’keeffe,
shooting you
in an abandoned ruin
off some street,
downtown mobile.

you wandered among
fallen bricks,
naked from the waist up;
your impish tits
not yet evolved
into the motherly breasts
on which i now
lay my head.

(one of those portraits,
you with hands on hips,
head held high
in a silent, defiant
showdown with god,
still hangs on the wall
above my chest-of-drawers.)

we drove to your place,
walked into the orchard,
and made love in the grass –
the scent of apple blossoms
sweet on the wind.

sometime soon,
you, i, and that hat
can take a road trip
to some forgotten urban ruins,
or an abandoned orchard,
camera in hand,
and give me something else
to remember
another sixteen years
down the road.


leigh tuplin said...

'a maniacal
auburn nest
grasping for air'

- fantastic image!

The Junkyard Poet said...

thank you so much!

~C said...

This was a most beautiful, romantic love poem, I really enjoyed it, your words makes me smile :)

Andreas said...

a beautiful poem of love. honest and direct with clear and vivid imagery.

i love this.

The Junkyard Poet said...

~C - Thank you so much. Coming from you, the mistress of the love poem, that means a while lot!

Andreas - Thank you, too, for the kind words, and thank you for reading my stuff. I really appreciate it!