Frank E Gibbard Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 A season of sallow brutalness fades away As one of fruitfulness brightens our day Winter’s tentacles loosen their harsh hold Frigid embedded seeds yield up new gold Flowers rise as if to sniff the warming breeze Heads of baby birds are bobbing in the trees Spring is burgeoning in natural tumescence A surging of renewal that is its very essence Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tilsover Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 And what fine promise this poem predicts. Well done. --tilsover Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 A wonderful tribute to the seasonal hope!Many, many thanks! DC Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
douglas Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 very beautiful! you have described the essence of rebirth and awakening very well in this tribute to spring. thanks for the enjoyable read! Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 You have a rich vocabulary, Frank. I, myself, had to look up tumescence, and it works! But my favorite part is your opening line: A season of sallow brutalness fades away ... I enjoyed your rhyming couplets. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 Frank, Beautiful tribute to Spring. I agree with Tony that you have a rich vocabulary. I find the lines are lovely: Flowers rise as if to sniff the warming breeze Heads of baby birds are bobbing in the trees Enjoyable read. Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 I agree with others, Frank. This poem is wonderful, and rich with wonderful imageries, which makes this poem very picturesque. I like the tone and how this poem feels. I agree with Lake, those lines are lovely. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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