Teen Poetry #2 |
Breath Of Spring (a repost, wishing for warm weather) |
Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Brrrr....I am so tired of winter! So, time to bring out the spring poem! A sunlit whisper's touch Shivering across my skin Breezes shifting Pastel feathered within the sky Color softly combines Melting into perfection Emotion filled mists float Soothing tender souls Antique roses climb Encircling spring boughs Scents so light, fresh Lifting my wintered heart Into silvered sunshine Cashmere wings of white Carry away the cold Along with my bitterness Leaving me free As the pearled blooms Destined to flower Within this newborn vision Now within the sweetness I simply exist as me And the renewed innocence I so gently breathe. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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Dusk Treader
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Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Awesome poem Krista. Ahh, I love spring! I can't wait until I can go outside again and feel cool grass under my feet and the boundless, starry heavens over my head. (reminescing ) Ahh remember May of last year? I can't wait until we can do that again, I'm getting tired. Think I went off on a tangent... Hehehe.. sorry, great poem Krista, enjoyed it a lot, second time through even In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons [This message has been edited by Dusk Treader (edited 01-27-2000).] |
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Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Very good poem, however its very hard for me to judge free verse. Agree with you, I hate this cold. This poem reminded me of one of my own. It went something like this: Spring sprung so unexpected From melting snow I stood in awe Observed perfection of its flow So flawlessly performed Each pitch connected Played by the notes Reformed in form So worthy of great words And yet neglected My soul alone became affected Pecked by the rain In gained commotion Grain after grain I drained emotion In proper fashion Gentle motion In passing rage And raging passion Unto the page |
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