April is the malevolent month
where perished aspirations
are forcibly resuscitated,
anaesthetised roses
roused from their stupor.
In its brutality and scorn
it provokes unwanted rebirth,
shakes the roots of apathy,
convulsing our torpor
from coma to consciousness.
Discarded faith is rekindled
stirring feelings forsaken,
nudging love and desire,
falling prey to that smiling
imposter named hope.
Winter had shielded us
in its comforting crypt,
but April is perverse
where the dust in my eyes
is mocked by stars in the skies.
Author notes
In this poem, our mortality ("the dust") negates all meaning - the stars, of course, symbolize immortality.
A contest entry
- a year in the life by Cat.
6000 points, ended February 14, 18 entries
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great piece thanks a million for sharing
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ooh, nice write,
the second verse is deliciously good, nice write, as you know im a word junkie, n this gave me a real fix
thanks
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Nicely written..enjoyed the words about this month that we are experiencing. THANKS for writing!
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Extra-0rdinary poem!
I liked this poem. -
...wonderful...
I love it very much! The last line pulls it all together and completes an absolutely beautiful piece of work! The poem started off and I was a little confused by the background! But, by the end it was almost touching how much thought you put into pulling the whole piece together, appearance and all!
~Alie~
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Wow. I once wrote a poem about all of these things you seem to hate in this one, and I find myself now agreeing to your version of it! I have come to appreciate the winter for those very same reasons. This is a very solid and polished piece. The imagery is breath taking in that brutal way we all love. You use great verbiage to make this peace a very vivid one. Another great one!
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Great expressions held neatly in poetic device...alby
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this is very imaged-packed
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thanks so much,
mary
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April is the malevolent month
where perished aspirations
are forcibly resuscitated,
anaesthetised roses
roused from their stupor.
(((This opening stanza is thick. the ill wishes of rains make life forcibly hard to want to live...)))
In its brutality and scorn
it provokes unwanted rebirth,
shakes the roots of apathy,
convulsing our torpor
from coma to consciousness.
(((I remember how it would be the cold rains that were the worst...yet still the tulips seemd to favor the almost sadistic weather)))
Discarded faith is rekindled
stirring feelings forsaken,
nudging love and desire,
falling prey to that smiling
imposter named hope.
(((the prospect of nicer weather around the corner.. not just weather but nicer everything.. leads us down that path of hope for sure!)))
Winter had shielded us
in its comforting crypt,
but April is perverse
where the dust in my eyes
is mocked by stars in the skies.
(((Thank you for this entry.. i was packed full of images- sometimes a little too thick but none the less i got the story and enjoyed the ending)))
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nods to TS Elliut April is the cruelest month...............
well done but you should have mentioned elliot in your notess
. Rewarded 6
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I didn't use any of Eliot's diction or imagery here but I am indebted to all the poets and writers I have read, including T S ...
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Well, this caught my eye because April is my favorite month (hence my choice of pseudonym), and I must say, your take on it was very interesting. Maybe it's just the fact that I've suffered with seasonal depression and anxiety attacks, but I always found winter to be such a limiting, numbing, brooding time, and that spring, a rebirth, a breath of fresh air (literally and figuratively), was a welcome change. It's actually really neat to see how you've reversed it. Aside from that, it's well-written! Your vocabulary is terrific, and the colorful words did not interrupt the flow one bit. Even though we think differently, I have to say this was one of the best featured poems I've read in a while. Props and applause.
. Rewarded 12
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This smacks of solipsism for me. Yet I love the poem, the timbre of it, and the flow through the stanzas. The final two lines are very strong.
Best of luck in the contest.
. Rewarded 6
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