Mar 20, 2007 13:50
i thought, it's the first day of spring,
i shall mark the occasion with a poem!
but damned if i could find any verse
that wasn't expressly about april (it's cruelty
roundly praised). i guess i should not be surprised.
poets take their time, tending to awaken
late. finally, they emerge from their winter
seclusion, tardy but warm.
one shots,
drw,
poetry
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Spring has sprung,
Fall has fell.
Summer's here,
It's hot as hell.
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If the humidity didn't match the temps, it would be soooo much nicer.
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A Lamentation for Spring
Days grow longer,
Trees and flowers bursting
With orgiastic colors,
Their indifferent copulation
Chokes me in yellow dust.
Snow melts, or would if snow fell.
I would have settled for ice,
To chill the blood, demand fires
Like old and hungry gods,
Draw steaming breaths from lungs.
Too warm already for leather,
Too cheery for brooding hues,
Sunlight pours direct and fierce,
Its subtle irradiation unheeded
By scampering sycophants.
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for some reason that's the line that really stays with me, the one i know i will remember and repeat to myself as the days grow more seasonal.
say, do you know of a good poetry community--not just for writing, but also for sharing/admiring professional poets? something that's not dominated by depressed (and depressing) 18 year olds or elitist 1st year grad students who just discovered meter?
i really want to be involved in a community of folks who just love words and i haven't been able to find one just browsing.
thoughts?
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