At dversepoets.com today, Bjorn asks us to write or paint with words of impressionism in art, where the essence of the subject is brought out with light and brush strokes that draw us in. There is a freshness about the art that is easy on the eye and evokes strong emotions.
by Jean Mannheim
Emerging gracefully from
around a grey corner,
spring arrives at a bleak time,
taking to task for
not leaving sooner, hail, and
winter's slippery grime
winter's slippery grime
- where maroon vines of heartache
now creep,
Spring bliss will line the street
Spring bliss will line the street
birds trill in concert
with stained glass chimes
with stained glass chimes
Still, hands reach for other hands
to grasp; arms stretch for
other arms to hold
Pink snow appears all around;
light plays with slender
beams of gold
beams of gold
White wisps of cotton ridges
dab the sky, breezes nudge
dreamers
dab the sky, breezes nudge
dreamers
longing for softer days,
to stroll heathered paths
to stroll heathered paths
looking for the one thing that
really matters
Removing her hat to let
sun kindle her cheeks,
Removing her hat to let
sun kindle her cheeks,
she drops easily to the ground,
sensing awakenings
Braced by one elbow,
she rests on rounded side in
a green grassy lea
She waits for
flowers
to fill her garden bed
a green grassy lea
She waits for
flowers
to fill her garden bed
After all,
Spring is appreciated
Spring is appreciated
What a wonderful scene of spring... spring is the time to fall in love... :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a joyous welcome of Spring. Let us hope she will be appreciated! Enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteToday, here in Wa state, it seems the rains of rancor have stopped, & warm temps & blue skies puffy white clouds all tease us--for the gray drizzle returns tomorrow; shades of British Isles & such. Your lovely & colorful words weave a welcome to Ms. Spring just three days hence.
ReplyDeleteThank Glenn; I changed the last line. Beautiful today on the island.
DeleteLooking forward to what spring will bring us - lots of flowers and buds, I hope ~
ReplyDeleteHope she will be appreciated soon!
Grace, I changed the last line. Thanks
DeleteI like the idea of dreamers looking for the one thing that really matters in spring.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Frank.
Deletewhat a lovely introduction into spring, gentle flowing words that bring thoughts of much peace and grace
ReplyDeleteSomehow you have transported right back into the glory days of impressionism and made me think of Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Jane Austen with the lovely word-painting welcoming spring. Great use of sensory detail, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Victoria ;)
DeleteI like how Spring removes her hat and sun kindles her cheeks...your words painted the graceful motion.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lynn!
DeleteOh, this makes me long for spring, it doesn't look like spring here I think it is buried under 2 feet of snow.
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoyed this poem. And the picture/painting. Love love love it. Pink snow appears all around...and the grasping of hands - pink snow and love go hand in hand in the spring. And thank goodness, Spring is appreciated!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this very much. Excited for the fresh new starts that springtime brings.
ReplyDeleteI love the subtle use of colour in your poem, Kathy: they grey, maroon and pink, that creates a softness in your chilly scene.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim.
DeleteShe waits for flowers
ReplyDeleteto fill her garden bed
After all, Spring is appreciated
Being friendly with spring will bring the right dividends in greenery! Wonderful write Kathy!
Hank
Your poem is appreciated too, Kathy! I'll be 63 in May and I feel the same as you about writing. Sweet words!
ReplyDeleteBekkie..thank you so much!
DeleteStunning colour and vibrant phrasing...and that 'one thing that really matters' is intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Paul.
DeleteI admire the way Spring emerged through your words without obvious splashes of colour. This part was so lovely..." White wisps of cotton ridges dab the sky, breezes nudge dreamers
ReplyDeletelonging for softer days"
Thank you Mish.
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