Lemon drop notes play across my lips Spring is here The grass is velvet green White gold dances in our eyes as we look towards the sky We sip sweet tea And listen to an old radio Out on the back porch Staring over the fence Sugary laughter comes from the fields The light comes early And the birds sing like honey Oh spring Isnt it sweet
Life is like a flower it blooms at the peak of your existence, then for a while it's kind of dim. Then one day, you wake up and realize, you're meant to bloom again. Causing your p e t a l s to open up and you thrive once more. Then one day you begin to wilt. Until your petals fall off and you begin to stop living. And spring still carries on because of your existence, and the flowers continue to bloom, for life continues to prosper until one day it ceases to.
I attempted to make a visual poem, I guess it kind of worked? Haha sorry it's my first time trying to make a visual poem
unless the Presence reflects the world’s delight, glad to surprise, to take revenge on winter in Sin’s disguise prepared with monster green and beauty to surprise Me, the crocus, when I choose to rise, and me, the lark, joined in every note by any word, describe a skyfull of neglected sheep and of that slimy, frogful pond. The season’s sound and fury will not wait to slap the perfect sting on Planet Earth.
Whenas magnolia petals fluttered, dense In satin white 'non blushing pink, th'exhale Of April breezes whispring through, I'd hail The soft chartreuse of Maple leaves for sense, To notice that romance for all intents With half an eye while sipping coffee's tale. And now the ***** branches don't avail Our souls of colour, coffee's black, and whence? I listen to the Scriptures, wondring fer All that oer how those empty boughs I knew Once clothed in bridal trappings are left poor Without a trace. Months pass, the seasons too. Nor is the coffee strong. It's fine black. We're Stripped down to almost nothing is't? skies blue.
*NOTE: and this is the final sonnet I read aloud for the live poetry reading at the 2019 Elgin Literary Festival, the night of January 25th.