I'm Apriled
A tribute to that lovely exercise of making up words. I actually composed this an April or two ago... And weather-wise it really was more fitting for yesterday's gorgeousness.
I'm Apriled
On this everbloomed daffodil day
I laugh for east-chased clouds
and hum with the winds, tuning
to their change my once winter whistle.
What daughter loves more
the contemplation inside a new tulip?
What gifttaker pines more
over the words in a single branch?
What beloved knows more the sweet,
untold stories in windowpane rain trails?
Such Beauty
splits my senses and
I am unsummed,
unfrozen, unwintered and freed;
forefinger, inner ear,
little toe, wristbone,
hairwhisp caught on end
seeking rhythm in the world.
posted by Denise @ 2:28 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
I really like this poem. Every time I read it, I still like it.
If you like spring flowers this would be the best time to visit me. I have tulips, daffodils, bleeding hearts, dutchman's britches (woods flower) woods poppies & blooming trees all blooming together in my yard. Also many, many violets which I fight a losing fight. Happy Easter!
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