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.
Ah, spring! Glorious time! Really enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteNature truly means freedom...beautiful description of renewal...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautifully evoked lyrical poem, Jinksy and perfect for the time of year.
ReplyDeleteNeither barred nor caged, or as WC Williams shouted: THE WORLD IS NEW
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Pen - can I say well 'penned'
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Birds serenade Spring, composing symphonies
Very sweet - "black barred lines
ReplyDeleteof manuscript, perches only for notes
which can never be caged" …
Happy Easter!
"Day uncurls
ReplyDeletetowards noon and flowers unfurl petals,
yawning, blinking into startled life". Love this! Such a beautiful write
I also admire "day uncurls / towards noon" in this rapturous pen ~
ReplyDeleteThose Euonymus came to life in this piece!
ReplyDeleteFantastic! I need positive messages like this. Thanks for sharing your prose...
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