Monday, May 16, 2016

Crown of spring



dawn is breaking light
streaking egg-yolk paint 
across sky

green me
pink and red flowers
on rainy spring morning

petal me with dew
maple-gold trimmed by sugar
plum trees

spin me dizzy-blue  
before bees
steal my nectar

& wind 
runs away with my crown



by Grace


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word count with the word GREEN~

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28 comments:

  1. I love this... there is a moment of spring that crown you mention you simply want to keep a little longer... alas it's so often lost to the first really warm day when everything explodes

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  2. I LOVE this....every last petal of it! And especially "...petal me with dew..."

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  3. green me, petal me, spin me....We are finally into early summer and warmth. And all the spring flowers are gone. Crowns must wait until next year. I wish I could have slowed down the blooming of my plums and cherries...alas.

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  4. Wonderful and delightful read, warm greetings!

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  5. This is pure delight--you set the stage, then fill it with those wonderful stanzas beginning with unique verbs and end with two lines of exclamation points. Loved it.

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  6. I love your "egg-yolk paint" across the sky. I know exactly what color you are talking about because your working is so wonderfully descriptive. Very nice.

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  7. Egg yolk paint, oh I do love that.

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  8. I really like how you compare Spring to a great crown... a laurel of leaves.

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  9. MorninG SUn
    MeadoWed
    GreeN.. i stAy
    iN lusH
    luSt
    WondeRed
    wAyfAiR..:)

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  10. I just love the way your phrases evoke the lovely colors of springtime! Those first lines of each stanza...wow! I keep reading it over and over! :)

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  11. You had me, as well at /egg-yolk paint/ daisy yellow tinged with tangerine smears. Another fine poem wrapped in quadrille. Mine was too rushed, too disconnected.

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  12. A nice spring scene as the bees buzz about.

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  13. Sigh. So beautiful. LOVE this:
    "spin me dizzy-blue
    before bees" :) Yes, please.

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  14. This is a gem. I think 44 is the magic number because I can't imagine one word more or less that could make this more beautiful. I enjoyed the verb choices and the way it builds into a little story...love the ending!

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  15. I particularly love your first stanza.

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  16. Beautiful words and pretty picture.

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  17. All too temporary are those jewels in Springs crown.

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  18. I smiled at "green me / pink and red flowers". Clever.

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  19. Loved the green me pink and red flowers!

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  20. Grace, this poem should be read at breakfast! I love those first lines:
    'dawn is breaking light
    streaking egg-yolk paint
    across sky'.
    Your poem is so colourful, it makes me want to get up and paint a picture!

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  21. Grace, that photo is gorgeous!!! I want to smell them so badly. When I walk around the neighborhood, sniffing the magnolias, I wish so much that I could put that scent in a container and pull it out any time I want ... and even more so that I could share it across distances, instantly releasing its notes whenever I'd like. It is the most heavenly scent. Also, there are some flowers outside our library that smell like pure magic, but I don't know what they are. I so want to bottle the scent and wear it around my neck for necessary moments, you know, when my nose and head need a mood-boost.

    Now onto your poem. :)

    "crown of spring," right off, makes me think of wearing a flower crown, which is the perfect image of spring's feminine wiles and essence

    Your poem is divine, especially the wisdom in the ending. This season of joy is only temporary, so we'd better revel in it before it gets too hot or before hurricane season comes along and whips away what our little-girl hands have worked so hard to stitch together.

    I adore this whole section:

    "petal me with dew
    maple-gold trimmed by sugar
    plum trees

    spin me dizzy-blue
    before bees
    steal my nectar"

    You are the most exquisite sensual-nature-poet. I just adore your work.

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  22. I like the movement in your poem. It sounds so dynamic. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  23. One cannot be all privileged to savor all of Spring when it comes. One stab of the hot sun is enough to 'delete' the goodness and frustrate the pleasure. Very true Grace!

    Hank

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  24. Love all the images here, especially "egg yolk paint."

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  25. this sounds like a lovely season lullaby. :)

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