Essence

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Essence

Torn from the trappings
and traps of modern life
and my urban routine,
Eschewing the shower
and the compulsion to be
clockwise and clean.

I sit submerged midst
a joyous explosion of leaves
and insects
and sunshine
and fabulous, filigreed filth
and flowers,
And register silent sounds,
unplug my phone
and recharge my simpler powers.

Earthy smells,
vibrant in their richness,
Unrushed and unwashed
I have become one with nature
and nature is my arena,
My blood-rich aroma.

Strong but not offensive,
newly noticeable,
The evidence of all we have
eaten, drunk and been
is easily sensed or seen 
By fellow creatures who buzz
or fly or hunt or look,
Our breath, sweat and pores
to other wild animals like us
are as an open book.

The tang of beer,
of Thai red curry
once again we savour,
And of you,
My love,
Your own flower's
forbidden, flagrant flavour.
We revel in our rustic roughness,
piss into the wind
in rediscovered, elemental toughness,
Hair matted, skin unscoured,
and everywhere unshaved.
But sensual sanity
and nature's reality
Restored and saltily, sexily                                                                                                                                                
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Chris Bainbridge

Sun 9th Jun 2019 21:20

Thanks for the comments, so helpful and welcome. Incidentally, sorry for my prolonged absence, glad to say I'm back on the scene!

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Chris Bainbridge

Sun 9th Jun 2019 21:19

Thanks for the comments, so helpful and welcome. Incidentally, sorry for my prolonged absence, glad to say I'm back on the scene!

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Tue 27th Nov 2018 05:50

This is great.
So many clever and beauty lines.
Really resonated with me the first two verses.
The last three were verses are very skillfully done.
I like:
Compulsion to be clockwise and clean
Fabulous filigreed filth
It could almost be two poems for me, as I found the feel of the first and second half different.
Beno

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Chris Bainbridge

Sat 24th Nov 2018 21:59

Cheers P, much appreciated!

poemagraphic

Sat 24th Nov 2018 14:48

…"We revel in our rustic roughness,
piss into the wind"

That's the best way to get your own back!

I love this poem, great job!

Po

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