Victoria Davis

Seattle Washington
Victoria Davis
Seattle Washington


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As The Bulbs Of Spring Do Wait
As the bulbs of spring do wait alone, in darkness;
Tiny possibilities, curled against the cold;
For touch of warmth, reminder of Spring's faithfulness,
So do I wait, for the Sun's touch of tender gold.
The Grackle
Outside my kitchen window a grackle sings.
His song is not a pretty one -
And 'grackle' an unfortunate name
for a love bird.
The Weaker Sex
Guard your heart, my Love
for we have wiles.
We appear gentle lambs
with dewy eyes -
With Shouts And Laughter, To Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not with libations but with shouts and laughter
I found you, my sister, at Muse's altar,
Calling blessings to me as pen did falter
And passion to write softened. I sought after
Pantoum Ii
It takes my breath -
your hands tangled in my hair,
the salt taste of your skin,
in candle light and clean sheets.
I Should Have Been Awake
I should have been awake
not dreaming.
They warn, 'if it is too good to be true...'
But is that not the definition of love?
The Call
Love calls each two to be one
in a language older than words -
a voice that speaks to the soul.
The listeners learn -
Sharing a sampler of Love's fruit,
Junes and moons and stolen kisses
We know grand passion and deal in high romance
High drama, Armageddon of the heart.
The Wine
Pressed of two vineyards - fine grapes all;
After years in darkness, aging in the best oak,
letting flavours mellow, intoxicants build -
now in a crystal goblet stands the wine of our lives -

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