Trapped
In the chains of chill, bit hard at root,
Lie ice-folding curves of suit,
Cloaked, still-white
In wintry sap.
Sun-grey,
Fast easel of slower winter's sketch,
Falls at snowy fleecing crest,
Stripped as green,
Ends season's day.
Flexed
Seed fingers, now tapping moistened grounds,
Wrapped up and ether-bound,
Break frozen thumb
Of now, and next.
Come,
My Spring, in ageless melt of coldest grief,
Twisted fêtes and temperate wreath,
Bind together root
With loving plum.
In thaw,
How pride draws frosted trees to hearts;
Jumped electrical sun-starts.
I stand, unbound
And rapt, enthralled.
Author notes
roll on Spring's warmth...
A contest entry
- Trapped in the Chains by myaddiction19.
500 points, ended May 3, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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think we are all ready for spring to come. Long winter, just had snow fall yesterday, but most of it melted again today. Liked the flow and the images of spring activities in these lines.
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This poem beautifully captures the emergence of spring. The line “Flexed seed fingers, now tapping moistened grounds” has me yearning for warm days in the garden, reading a book, watching the birds. I wish you all the best with this contest. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your work.
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I stand in complete awe of the beauty that surrounds this piece. What a truly magnificent piece this is to sink ones mind into. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that pen handy and ever ready for use dear poet.
♥ Touchof1der -
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Merci, my friend
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