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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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My Twentieth Year - 7. spring thaw

Poem No. 17

 

The spring is beautiful

As I watch her dress the Earth

In emotions I had almost forgot

Using colors stored in careful places

Kept safe from the frost of the soul

Safe in the warmth of knowing

That no matter what, her day will come again.

 

The spring is a beautiful reason

Not that she has any cause to be

Wars are still being fought

People are still hating many things.

 

And yet, she comes

Offering her gift to the world

No questions, no bills

She comes for reasons unknown.

 

With a million secret colors

She paints a million emotions

Far too many to write

And so I'm left with nothing but…

 

The spring is beautiful.

 

 

Poem No. 18

 

Each day a million thoughts are born,

each needs prove itself against reason's scorn

 

Wrong or right, they are our history

 

Filtered through the mind like sand,

they are the eternal story of Man.

 

 

Poem No. 19

 

She from a dream does stir

to awaken what was forgotten

with those gentle fingers of her –

the land and dreams forsaken.

 

She in calmness does fall

into this, our raging world of life

till she becomes part of it all –

the point of instinctive strife.

 

When she moves in her first step

all others must dearly pay her heed

for her birth, and her first breath –

only then may they proceed.

 

She stands in airless anticipation

bringing all to the cusp of the hour

returning to recognition –

for the Lady has such power.

 

Spring Thaw

 

 

 

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I caught these by chance, and love all three. The image of a million secret colors is enchanting in No. 17.; In No. 18 the idea that thoughts are filtered through sands (what kind of sands, I wondered) prodded my metaphysical mind; and the power of a spring thaw perfectly described in No. 19 is demonstrated right outside my back door often. Thank you for sharing these with me.

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!7: I wonder if all the seasons will get this wonderful treatment or is spring your fav and this is all we get. Well I shouldnt say All.. because this one was great. I thought it wonderful that spring is such a riot of colour and emotion and it was so overwhelming all you were left with was spring is wonderful.
18: I liked this.. thoughts filtered through mankind's mind.. and that these are our history. It's true ...
19: Hmm, Spring is the start, the beginning of things, life renewed. What would happen to us without it?
Loved all three of these AC!!

 

tim

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On 02/18/2016 08:27 AM, Parker Owens said:

I caught these by chance, and love all three. The image of a million secret colors is enchanting in No. 17.; In No. 18 the idea that thoughts are filtered through sands (what kind of sands, I wondered) prodded my metaphysical mind; and the power of a spring thaw perfectly described in No. 19 is demonstrated right outside my back door often. Thank you for sharing these with me.

Parker, I loved that you could relate to these so personally. The image of seeing a spring thaw outside you back door is a wonderful image-poem all by itself :)

 

Thank you for a fantastic review.

On 02/18/2016 08:44 AM, Mikiesboy said:

!7: I wonder if all the seasons will get this wonderful treatment or is spring your fav and this is all we get. Well I shouldnt say All.. because this one was great. I thought it wonderful that spring is such a riot of colour and emotion and it was so overwhelming all you were left with was spring is wonderful.

18: I liked this.. thoughts filtered through mankind's mind.. and that these are our history. It's true ...

19: Hmm, Spring is the start, the beginning of things, life renewed. What would happen to us without it?

Loved all three of these AC!!

 

tim

Tim, thank you! Your comment about spring had me thinking…. Even the early poems I wrote about 'winter' are really about the longing for spring to replace it, so I suppose Spring was my season! Then again, I personally would classify all of the poems I wrote in these few years as my 'coming out' pains. In that context, spring is the only season that makes sense for the springtime of my life.

 

So, your comment about No. 19 and what would happen without it, is very apropos.

 

Thanks again.

On 02/18/2016 09:09 AM, skinnydragon said:

I too loved these odes to spring, AC!

 

They were very special, and had more meaning to me than you can understand. :)

 

Lovely . thank you .

Thank you, skinny. I don’t quite know how or why, but your review moves me a great deal. I like to think and believe that my poetry has the ability to touch people more than I can ever know or understand.

 

A big heart for you <3

On 02/18/2016 09:19 AM, Puppilull said:

No 17 had me thinking of how the world can be so beautiful and yet so terrible all at once. To me, it's so hard to understand how people can see all this beauty in nature, in each other and still be awful. How can life be two so very different thing at the same time? Maybe it just is.

Oh, Puppilull – I love your take on No. 17, and think the young poet who wrote this would be over the moon to hear you express your thoughts. It humbles me too.

 

Thanks for your wonderful comments!

Two very different approaches to Spring in no.'s 17 and 19. The former with the wonder that hits us every year when the brown and grey tones suddenly make place for an abundance of colours (I especially liked the "colors stored in careful places"), spring advancing. The latter with the remnants of winter but the sure promise of rebirth of nature as soon as the cold is over: winter retreating.
In between the notion of thoughts being grains of sand in the vastness of a timeless beach. A notion that I think fits very well with the age of the poet, being (or becoming) aware of the fact that he's not the centre of the universe, but a small part in a long tradition.
All three a valuable addition to the collection, AC.

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On 02/19/2016 07:14 AM, J.HunterDunn said:

Two very different approaches to Spring in no.'s 17 and 19. The former with the wonder that hits us every year when the brown and grey tones suddenly make place for an abundance of colours (I especially liked the "colors stored in careful places"), spring advancing. The latter with the remnants of winter but the sure promise of rebirth of nature as soon as the cold is over: winter retreating.

In between the notion of thoughts being grains of sand in the vastness of a timeless beach. A notion that I think fits very well with the age of the poet, being (or becoming) aware of the fact that he's not the centre of the universe, but a small part in a long tradition.

All three a valuable addition to the collection, AC.

Thank you, Peter, for a lovely review!

 

I now think it's important to present my poems in sequence, for there is a kind of random flow that appears. My old folder was a mess because at some point long ago I tried to organize them by theme or something – bad idea.

 

Your review, with it's beautiful reference to sand on the beach, makes me see that context comes through to others as well.

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