stir my senses
afire, I'm your presence
reinvigorated
unsettle my tongue
for taste of spring tide-
above raspberry brambles
with curled tendrils, I lift
my palms up
to stairways and turrets
of your sky,
where you
brightest of light & giver
of seeds,
calls
Spring@Grace
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the given word: UP. I also love that movie, UP. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit.
Swooooning over this:
ReplyDeleteI lift
my palms up
to stairways and turrets
of your sky
Absolutely stunning, grace.
A delicious spring poem, Grace! I love the way you stir your readers’ senses and the image of the stairways and turrets in the sky is magical.
ReplyDeleteI like the lifting of arms up to the sky.
ReplyDeleteI love this... these days I feel like I'm growing a bit myself. It's all about up in spring.
ReplyDeleteah spring light, spring rain almost like Deities
ReplyDeletemuch love...
This is fantastic Grace. I love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is incredible. I love the growing in this - the raising the hands to the sky. spring is indeed a time for growth - of the body, the spirit and of all around us.
ReplyDeleteThose turrets and tendrils are wonderful, a real sun worshiper's poem.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you and I had the same idea. There is something holy about the sun.
ReplyDelete--Jade Li at http://tao-talk
"unsettle my tongue" is exquisite. Lovely piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly stunning, Grace!❤️ Especially love; "I lift my palms up to stairways and turrets of your sky." Woww!
ReplyDeleteGrowing can sure give one new sights
ReplyDeleteA spiritual reawakening...spring inspires us all, Grace!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful spring poem!
ReplyDeleteMoving and evocative, with some of the most vibrant images I've seen you craft, Grace!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful call of the trees to spring rejuvenation..
ReplyDeleteGorgeous word choices for your Spring poem. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Grace, especially these lines:
ReplyDeleteI lift
my palms up
to stairways and turrets
of your sky,
It reminds us of how good it is to be alive! 🙂💕 So beautiful
ReplyDeleteThis is just, well, Spring! As it should be!!
ReplyDeleteLove the upward momentum!
ReplyDeletefrom the first stirrings, your poem upholds the glory of Spring
ReplyDeleteThat's spring all tied up neat and tidy in 44 words. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI could see you clearly lifting your arms up in the sky welcoming spring...
ReplyDeleteAh - how spring unsettles our tongues - lovely imagery here and thoughts of future tastes.
ReplyDeleteArms up, and tongues unsettled. It could only be Spring. Lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeletePalms up Mind and Body
ReplyDeleteIn Balance Nature
Becomes the
Space 'tween
Hands Beyond iNFiNiTY..:)
This is just awesome, Grace. I got chills when I read that last powerful one-word line.
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