Monday, April 21

Easter Monday

Yellow-green gold, Euonymus leaves shine,
basking in their own beauty. Day uncurls
towards noon and flowers unfurl petals,
yawning, blinking into startled life. Birds
serenade Spring, composing symphonies
no pen could capture within black barred lines
of manuscript, perches only for notes
which can never be caged. And Easter-time
echos a message of hope around the world.


Written for IGWRT's Open Link Monday, this bright morning.

10 comments:

  1. Ah, spring! Glorious time! Really enjoyed this!

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  2. Nature truly means freedom...beautiful description of renewal...

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  3. This is a beautifully evoked lyrical poem, Jinksy and perfect for the time of year.

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  4. Neither barred nor caged, or as WC Williams shouted: THE WORLD IS NEW

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  5. Beautiful poem, Pen - can I say well 'penned'
    Love, particularly

    Birds serenade Spring, composing symphonies

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  6. Very sweet - "black barred lines
    of manuscript, perches only for notes
    which can never be caged" …

    Happy Easter!

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  7. "Day uncurls
    towards noon and flowers unfurl petals,
    yawning, blinking into startled life". Love this! Such a beautiful write

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  8. I also admire "day uncurls / towards noon" in this rapturous pen ~

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  9. Those Euonymus came to life in this piece!

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  10. Fantastic! I need positive messages like this. Thanks for sharing your prose...

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