i see

Here's a double etheree (lines ascending from one to 10 syllables, and then descending from 10 to one) that I wrote for a wonderful prompt at Room for Romance. Also submitting this to Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck: Love and Romance.

i

see the

wind-burned doors

hastily locked

rust; holding away

this strange, soft velvety

thing that can only be love

though you keep it without water

it blossoms, unfurls nonetheless

to hope, perfume and resuscitate you;

That's the stuff of my succinct little dream

i see vulnerable, not rusty

i see hopeful youth and vigor

softness, not wind-hardened;

able, and willing to

be foolish again

grab gift of love

see that i'm

without

barbs.