Awake,
Spring, with musings
and pleasure the woodland
from petaled strings plucked on a lute
as sweet as the bleating of new-born lambs!
Each lea is your stage, the flowers
your divas, as gardens
in opera
awake.
Spring, with musings
and pleasure the woodland
from petaled strings plucked on a lute
as sweet as the bleating of new-born lambs!
Each lea is your stage, the flowers
your divas, as gardens
in opera
awake.
Author notes
Form: Rictameter
Source: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/rictameter.html
A contest entry
- RICTAMETERS!!!!!!!! by sunny day.
1750 points, ended March 20, 2007, 29 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Masterful!
Sis,
How ever did I miss this gem? What a marvelous call to awaken the gardens of spring! Your poem is in splendid form and your words so sweet and gracious.
Write On dear friend!
Dennis
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I love Rictameters! this one is especially crisp and pert like the season it describes, very vividly brought to life, I can hear a soft echo of the lambs, and see the proud bobbing heads of flowers wearing their blooms like Easter bonnets with proud chins held high! Well done!
xxoo
dk

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ma belle, Spring is but a week away and I am loving the 60 degree weather we are starting to get here in New England. Your words painted a masterpiece as the flowers were blooming before my eyes. Thank you for sharing the gift of your pen here with your entry to my contest and best wishes in it also. Love and God bless, Joyce
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Lyrical
Here spring takes an aura of the medieval ..
flutes and lyres and of tranquility.


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Oh, I love this. As ice and snow melt here, I can taste the beginnings of Spring and reading this makes me so anxious for its arrival. Your wording is simply beautiful...'as gardens in opera awake'...incredible finish!


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a golden promise
your poem is a golden promise in every way !
not only does it inspire grace and hope, but it seduces us through its delightful language of old, which pull a particular string in sensitive souls ...
so, the golden promise promises GOLD in this contest ...
I cross my fingers for you,

marion

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This poem was a beautiful tribute to Spring. It was filled with imagery and a wonderful use of language. Thank you for entering this contest
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Thank you guys for the HM. A truly great contest with worthy contenders!!
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Eastery! you do wonderfully with this wee form.


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Very nice belle
This is a great longing for spring to begin. I can tell you that I am ready for it. -
Absolutley stunning! The imagery is outstanding! I loved reading this, Spring is so beautiful, made even more so by your words! Brilliant.

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WOW, beautiful, just stunning, a fine example of what can go into one of these poems, thank you for this!


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Beatiful Spring inspired Rictameter. Your vocabulary shines in this.~Suseann


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What a lovely rictameter that you have entered for the contest. Spring is fast approaching here in New England and I can't wait to see the buds start popping throughout the neighborhood. You created lovely imagery with this piece and it gave me such a smile to think of all the beautiful sights of spring. Thank you for entering and best wishes in the contest. Love and God bless, Joyce
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Medieval Tone to Share
in such a wee poem. Very bouncy and light. Are lambs arriving where you live in Georgia? Good work, Belle.
I had not paralleled the bleating of little lambs with lute strings before I read your poem. You made it work.
How "Southern" to sing: 'to pleasure the woodland!'. Ron.
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Dear Ron,
Yes, the rictamter is a wee, tiny thing but one can pack much imagery into it, I think. I have missed you. Trust you are faring better. ♥
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