a thousand soft cool kisses
lightly caressing heated skin
soothing the fever burning
with welcomed tenderness
anticipation grows slowly
minutes seeming to be days
and days are forever long
as winter ruled the land
today the rule has changed
spring is claiming power
temporary illnesses abound
spring fever is epidemic
morning rain lightly falls
suffering souls congregate
feeling the morning rain
as it soothes the fevers
temporary malady fades
the masses improving
until the 3:00 pm cure
its home opener in the D.
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
My first thought was, "Spring has always been a wonderful metaphor for many other things. It's still true here."
ReplyDeleteMy second thought was, "This is such a personal look at Spring."
I think, if I were to say what works best, overall, about everything that you do...it's that you are able to make public that which is personal in a way that is not disquieting.