I love the first line becuz your use of the word "scrupulous" is startling . . . but after I thought a while, it's a great way to describe how green spring can be. Frankly, I'm not a fan of using primary color words when there are so many other ways to say "green" or "yellow" . . . these are places where it can be fun to try a comparison . . . yellow as (what?) . . . splashes of harmony . . . you can do this better than me, but you get my idea! *smile* Also I love poems that do not end with some definite pronouncement or point. I love giving the reader a chance to fill in the blanks, which makes your poem interactive. Readers like to be piqued, to define what this means to them! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
rainbows can fool us after a storm...we might overlook what damage has been done, and see through rose colored glasses...love can fool us the same way.
j.
I love the first line becuz your use of the word "scrupulous" is startling . . . but after I thought a while, it's a great way to describe how green spring can be. Frankly, I'm not a fan of using primary color words when there are so many other ways to say "green" or "yellow" . . . these are places where it can be fun to try a comparison . . . yellow as (what?) . . . splashes of harmony . . . you can do this better than me, but you get my idea! *smile* Also I love poems that do not end with some definite pronouncement or point. I love giving the reader a chance to fill in the blanks, which makes your poem interactive. Readers like to be piqued, to define what this means to them! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Very nice exercise in alliteration, Betty. So many images and implications. A veritable seasonal bouquet of metaphor. Make me wonder if there was an assignment or contest entry. You capture a summer day and leave us with angst -- will what follows be opulence or disaster?
Hi Betty, I read this earlier then came back to read it again. I can see now that your meaning runs from one line to the next. I always struggle myself how much to punctuate in these looser poems. You have painted a nice word picture of the scintillating brilliance of summer colours. Wished for as I look out at the grey of winter.
Regards.
Alan
My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..