Spring Poetry

[Sackanaka]

I wonder if seasons affect poetry? I bet they do-
I didn't write this one with Spring consciously in mind, but perhaps it affected it somehow. No need for critiquing anymore, just post your "Spring Poems"!:D



Perennials

Awaiting mother June-
an asymptoting March
had said a soothing seed
resparks a flaxen torch-

An April to arrive-
a pink pinch of ember
from June's jade-honeyed flare
in bloom by November-

"It's time for morning glories,"
Granny Jan proclaimed,
who witnessed the first nectar
soon after showers came.

In time- torches passed-
April marched to June
outspoken as infinity,
reflecting ocean's moon.

[songbird36]

This is very good Sackanaka. Here is one of my recent ones:

MANY MOONS

aura’d moon
swims
in a murky puddle
treads water

a haze
unwinded

soundless night
screams
clamours

black holes
choke
as they swallow
stars

moon mannequin
pouts
draws his shroud
tighter

dances
the Lunesque

now slices
the inky page
like a Stanley-knife

dew clusters
gather
in meringues

garage auto doors
swoosh
lights fade
to black

[Sackanaka]

Alas poor bird, I knew her, jester.
Sorta. Not really. She was kinda odd though.

But I still don't understand her poetry. :(

[philonightmare]

I'd share my "spring" inspired poetry with you, but I'm not sure you'd think it typical of what usually is produced at this time of the year (ex: no flowers are mentioned in it). :ph34r:

[indie]

Ooh, I like it, Sackanaka. My favorite stanza is the last one.

Just one comment/suggestion: "Granny Jan" doesn't quite fit the "old world" tone of the piece. IDK, maybe it's the name "Jan" . . .? Nan would work. Or "Grandma ____". *shrugs*

Have you ever submitted your writing to contests or lit magazines/anthologies? If you haven't you definitely should.

BTW, I definitely agree that seasons affect poetry. One of my favorites is Keats' "To Autumn" (http://www.bartleby.com/126/47.html[/URL)

[Sackanaka]

I'd share my "spring" inspired poetry with you, but I'm not sure you'd think it typical of what usually is produced at this time of the year (ex: no flowers are mentioned in it). :ph34r:
Feel free to post any poem related to Spring- the season, the name, the backdrop- even if it makes no direct link. Cuz poetry is fun like that :D


My favorite stanza is the last one.
Cool :) I thought it wasn't as appealing as the others, actually. Glad it does appeal to others.


Just one comment/suggestion: "Granny Jan" doesn't quite fit the "old world" tone of the piece. IDK, maybe it's the name "Jan" . . .? Nan would work. Or "Grandma ____". *shrugs*
Ahh, I do know what you mean. What I had tried to do was relate the cycle of a calendar (starting from June, in particular) to the giving of birth, "mother June to daughter April, born in March). In this, perpetuating the cycle / reflecting both the "infinite" and the progenitor (though the tidal sequence doesn't quite fit, so maybe I'll change that one day...). As for Granny Jan, she's probably June's own mother, and shares a name with the first month of the calendar, so it was another play on words. I like playing with words :D. Granny makes her sound a bit more playful too, to keep things lighthearted.



Have you ever submitted your writing to contests or lit magazines/anthologies? If you haven't you definitely should.

Thanks! :D I actually have been recently considering giving it a shot with a campus-based journal for creative writing/art. I still want to improve though, before I turn anything in. That's why I've been "Searching for the Good Poem" so frantically as of late, but every time realizing that there is much subjectivity involved.


BTW, I definitely agree that seasons affect poetry. One of my favorites is Keats' "To Autumn"
Lately, I've become more aware of my surroundings and situations in a... "poetry-driven" manner; that is, I think of ways to express certain phenomena through poetry, but the majority of ideas are crap or forgotten by the time I'm on the computer. :(
I also know that if I am going to improve my poetry, I ought to read various works of the literary legends. Thanks for the reference to Keats, and thanks for your comments :D.

And on to more Spring Poem posting!

[philonightmare]

Alright Sackanaka, you asked for it...It's pretty depressing if you ask me. The only connection this has to "Spring" is that it was written during the Spring. Don't ask me why, I'm just not a happy person in this season.

Title: I Sail on a Turbulent Sea

The supposition of my will is infinitely railed
With the feeling of torture imminent, I forever remain alone.

The song of water upon my face, the wind blowing cuts across my skin
I take it all in and wish it all away
Knowing it’ll never go away.

He glances a storm upon the sails of my sea
Granting no passage, no avail in thee
I try again and again, no worthwhile possession lives
Every thing has drowned, repeatedly again.

No longer a part of the sea
No part of this reality that seems to me
I train the thoughts of my foreign-ness to forget
The pain and tribulations that cause me so much grief.

An ever-long desire to see past the inevitable,
I come to conclusions I’d rather not have
But in the end, I realize I really am who I am;
The seas I sail will never be my friend.
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SEE!? No flowers, I do not lie my friend.

[Hamro]

outside in the world
she puts on her makeup
whenever my cycle ends

white is gone and green is here
we've been waiting for something to give
spring is here.

[philonightmare]

outside in the world
she puts on her makeup
whenever my cycle ends

white is gone and green is here
we've been waiting for something to give
spring is here.

Short and sweet. At least yours actually had something to do with Spring. :)

[purple13]

This is one I wrote January 11th, 1999.

Dream Spring

new lawn green dawn
animate pawn
spew

white gold city jitters
emerald skies
brew

purple flowers
satin towers
April shower stew

passion pensive
fences leapt
sentiments off cue.

[Sackanaka]

:D
it's nice to see various takes on both theme and style.
more, more!

[Sackanaka]

Like yin and yang, Spring has its darker side.


Withergreen and Quicksilver

Zeus' tendrils crackled white
amethystian stratosphere-
sloughing- spasms- melts- refines
and reveals a mineral tear-

It slithered down the wither- (http://shotei.com/Artists/Shotei/ShoteiCatalog/MediumImages/ShoteiMediumS-61.jpg)
green (http://shotei.com/Artists/Shotei/ShoteiCatalog/MediumImages/ShoteiMediumS-61.jpg) sombersome eyelash-
it blebbed chrome pools at feet below
quicksilver (http://www.f8at125.com/f8landscapes/raindrop.JPG) river hash-

Homogeneity ran daft
in hydran alloyed vein-
contemplating tolerance
for a relentless rain.