POETRY FORUM

Over Ripe

by Dave Kavanagh on October 12, 2016 :: 0 comments

Lane choked
with overgrowth.

A slight breeze
stirs a verdant sea
of cocksfoot and fescue.

Feathered ferns unfurl
In hues of green and rust.

Late summer
hangs on tangled threads,
promises and regrets.

Burgeoning deflated,
harvest weeks away.

Air heavy,
humidity clawing
at damp clothes.

autumn waits,
a promise on bated breath.

editors note:

And we are now fruit, eager to be picked and refrigerated. Cool, come cool! (We welcome Dave to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission; read more of his madness on his new page – check it out!) – mh clay

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A bit about David: Circa 1964 so a classic. Born in the midst of a thunderstorm on the shores of the Irish Sea. I grew up in a fishing and farming village in the county of Dublin. An adopted son of a family of farmers and fishermen and one dragon who loomed large over all of our lives. I started writing as a child. I have ADHD and Dyslexia but I was unaware that these conditions precluded me from sharing my insanity so I kept writing for the joy of it. I hate punctuation(, . !) Little marks on paper that stand in the way of creativity and as a dyslexic I do better without the extra confusion that the rest of humanity need to see the sense in what I write. I write every day, on paper, on a screen or on the side of dusty delivery vans. I seldom edit until readers eyes bleed which makes me a little difficult to love. I ignore the chill that often issues from the shoulders and mouths/pens of readers who reel drunkenly from the prose of my illiterate soul. I am semiretired, I ran a multinational transport business for many years and farmed horses most of my life. I am now a full time Dad to Adam, 16 years old also ADHD and our foster daughter Rou who has cerebral palsy but is in my eyes perfect in every way. I have been dancing cheek to cheek with the most beautiful woman in the world for thirty five years. Childhood sweethearts who never grew out of it. I have been published, poetry, articles and short stories. Am working on being published some more just have to focus on the darn punctuation. I am contactable here.