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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.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

"immediate thoughts at the window"

I.

snow,
pure and uninhibited,
drifts elegantly
from branch to ground.
as i watch
from window
cool air
grazes nakedness,
illumination
dancing on thighs,
penis,
belly,
working toward
psyche,
bouncing among daffodils
locked away
in consciousness,
awaiting coming sun
that breathes breath
across billowing horizon...

II.

now dressed,
intensity has faded,
purity buried
behind a facade
of cruel buildings
and automobiles.
temptation to undress
and lie naked
on the floor,
cool air kissing
my perfection,
is strong,
but i will wait
until tonight
when the breath
of another can join me
beneath lilting hand
of a winter moon.

4 comments:

Jonnia Smith said...

I've been thinking of those daffodils, as well - not necessarily when naked at the window, though. ;o)

Longing to join in the purity of the falling snow and the moon's cool light, I understand very well.

Tim Morris said...

Thanks for understanding me. So few do. :-P

~C said...

This was absolutely stunning! Very interesting :) ~

Tim Morris said...

Thanks ~C! I'm glad you liked it!