Waving sprigs of golden flowers
in fields with clover interspersed,
and tiny sprays of violets
in verdant tufts of grass, immersed.
Spring so vitally arrived,
with tiny flowers in meadows gleam,
like stars, cascading merrily,
beside a lilting, warbling stream.
In a brilliant, cobalt sky,
birds and butterflies enhance
a tapestry-collage on high,
as cloud-wisps slowly dip and dance.
Like the Phoenix, resurrected,
Spring bursts forth in all its glory;
life's renewed in vibrant colors,
as birds sing out this eldritch story.
Author notes
Le printemps arrive.
In a list
A contest entry
- Celebrating the klassiest of lassies by tomisb.
2250 points, ended June 25, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Birdsong by Shya.
700 points, ended June 24, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - AP 2008: Become Published by B Chandler.
2000 points, ended August 3, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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Ah yes the wild flowers spring when the garden changes from green to all the colours of the rainbow...
Cyber Artist
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"I hope for a quick recovery".With this attitude you deserve to feel better!
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subtle but calming at the same time
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Vividly beautiful. These lyric verses succeed in telling of spring's renewal. It flowed well and was filled with imagery... you're a finalist. Thanks for entering.
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This has a lovely, lilting rhythm to it. I see by reading comments, that there is a 'back' story, also. Not familiar with that, but do love the write!
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Ah, JD, thank you for your ecrivain spring!
So she comes, bodice bursting,
spring blush and song of life
bloom sweet joy in vernal sigh
to heal past winter's strife.
Field flowers loft tiny stars
to heaven's cobalt delight,
writes your name in glowing flame
and love's pure healing light.
For birds and eldritch stories
transcend the mists of pain,
verboten notes of error wrote,
banished in ecrivain. (01)
Karen
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You mean to say ...
that you did that off the top of your head? Gheesh.
That's amazing.
I hope you're feeling much better soon.
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This takes me back to my childhood when all we noticed were the wild meadow flowers, stringing daisy chains and holding buttercups under the chin, glorious memories of simplicity without the need to classify or critisise, beauty & happiness was a sunny day.
I hope you are feeling somewhat better.
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Beautifully worded, beautifully write.
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Oh, you do do, what you do do, so very well. How easily this rolls aroudn the tongue in gentle ripples of rhythm....wonderfully done!
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Like your word choices
Nicely done. As usual, one can learn from your choices of words here. Lets hope the rain quits long enough so we can actually see some flowers.
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I can see her influence in this paean to spring. You have surely left a smile and a twinkle in the eye. Well done.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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The sad thing ...
is that this year we had no Spring. It jumped straight from Winter to Summer.
Thanks for the kind words. Hopefully Karen will like the poem. -
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Like this poem? I adore it, JD. It's radiant. Thank you.
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couldn't be a better poem out there right now, at least not one filled with immaculate distinct images and eloquence.
Well written.
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"In a brilliant, cobalt sky,
birds and butterflies enhance
a tapestry-collage on high,
as cloud-wisps slowly dip and dance."
Very lovely, indeed, my Friend. Karen will adore this & you even more for penning it, Scribe. Good luck in Tom's contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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A well crafted piece of poetry. Great imagery throughout. I like your word choice. Well done. Good luck in the contest.
Kelli
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My stars you are fast ...
I only just posted this.
Thanks.
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