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an april phantasy
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 27th Apr 2020
Author's Note
scribbles in a poet's diary #27
(27 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
Total Words 57
Unique Words 52
(27 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
Total Words 57
Unique Words 52
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27th Apr 2020 5:40pm
OM(f)G.........this is sooooooooooo gorgeously tender and beautiful and sensual in a natural revelation kind of way.
28th Apr 2020 5:21pm
Thank you, Tallen. I like the way you look at the sentiments I'm trying to express here. You have captured an infallible perspective, the true essence, of my intentions. Glad it speaks to you so boldly and naturally.
Sincerely
cab
Sincerely
cab
27th Apr 2020 7:03pm
I absolutely loved this, cab! E
First, I want to say, I really like how you tend to use Old English in your poetry. I have always been a fan of the archaic beauty of the language in it's primitive form (ye, thy)... makes sense considering you are well-acquainted with Biblical texts!
It's almost as if you are thinking of another woman in the way you described your affections for nature and odessa (I presume you mean the area near the Black Sea?) Either way, I loved how you ended it.
That was a beautiful welcoming to spring and a mighty utterance of your appreciation for the God :)
First, I want to say, I really like how you tend to use Old English in your poetry. I have always been a fan of the archaic beauty of the language in it's primitive form (ye, thy)... makes sense considering you are well-acquainted with Biblical texts!
It's almost as if you are thinking of another woman in the way you described your affections for nature and odessa (I presume you mean the area near the Black Sea?) Either way, I loved how you ended it.
That was a beautiful welcoming to spring and a mighty utterance of your appreciation for the God :)
Now, this is a true treatise! It's like a phantasy that you have made your own, NewB! Thank you for seeing so deeply between the lines.
I like the lingo, as you can see. I do not explore it in all my works, but certain mood messages depend on this kind of structure for true accession.
Yes, NewB: the allure of spring is personified as a rival woman. The truth is, "she" will never transcend to becoming the object of my wedded affection -- and happily so, because I am already betrothed to my wife Odessa. And yet, whichever way it was to end, I would still be the winner
[whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead].
Just a note: my wife's name appears in all 30 poems that I have written for the 2020 NaPo challenge. This was my way of "involving" her in my work, especially because I had to spend so much time at the computer that should truly belong to her.
Your R/L is like an extra bloom among an abundance of spring blossoms. Thank you.
Sincerely
cab
I like the lingo, as you can see. I do not explore it in all my works, but certain mood messages depend on this kind of structure for true accession.
Yes, NewB: the allure of spring is personified as a rival woman. The truth is, "she" will never transcend to becoming the object of my wedded affection -- and happily so, because I am already betrothed to my wife Odessa. And yet, whichever way it was to end, I would still be the winner
[whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead].
Just a note: my wife's name appears in all 30 poems that I have written for the 2020 NaPo challenge. This was my way of "involving" her in my work, especially because I had to spend so much time at the computer that should truly belong to her.
Your R/L is like an extra bloom among an abundance of spring blossoms. Thank you.
Sincerely
cab
18th May 2020 2:38am
I really loved the visual poem feature of this, pansies are such an amazing flower, I loved the title of this too and the undertone of mythology that you wove into it, the spring bride made me think of Persephone, really dreamy :)
