PERHAPS IT's SPRING.

Perhaps if I sit real still and listen

I can hear the sound of the grass growing.

 

Perhaps if I listen to them sing long enough

I will recognize the song the birds are singing.

 

Perhaps if I watch the spot where the first jonquils grow each Spring

I will see them push up through the fresh brown earth.

 

Perhaps if I don't make too much of it 

I will see that special boy ride a two-wheeler this year.

 

Just a few things that make me love this day

a little differently

than

the

next

one.

                            >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

 

 

 

Kath Nehls

4/8/08

Reviews

[Spoken]

Perhaps if I watch the spot where the first jonquils grow each Spring
I will see them push up through the fresh brown earth.

this is an awesome image. I've often wanted to stare at something like that and watch it grow.

just the other day i was thinking.. i wonder if anyone has watched a pimple form on themselves? i mean, if you stared long enough and intensely enough at a spot that you knew it was coming up would you see it slowly rise and form or would it be like you sitting there starring intensely in the mirror then... blink.. oh damn! I blinked and now there's a small bump.. i missed it!

I still recall the day i was in elementary school in class and a masquito flew on me and i was like... lets see what happens.... It was such a cool experience to see this thing right there close up in front of my eyes. I could see it sticking the sucker into my skin and the "belly" is transparent so i could see it slowly filling with my blood then poof.. he took off... or she..

what does any of this have to do with your poem? well.. i dunno... but ya got me thinking and that's always the mark of a good poem in my eyes!

awesome ending too. finding that special little experience that makes each and every day special. Too often we start to feel like all the days are just bleeding together into one giant blob of time...

[Jacqueline]

This is a sweet way to let people know that there are beautiful and simple things in life to look forward to and enjoy. Love the color scheme; makes me think of juicy strawberries, oranges and pretty cornflowers. Ah, you've gone and made a grin creep across my face darn you! ;)

[Poets Soul]

This was a like, "a stop and smell the roses poem". I'm enjoying a few warm days and my thoughts are in here comes spring mode. I enjoyed your poem, ty PS

[Randy Mckenica -writers..]

Well I liked the use of the word jonquils, you don't see that everyday, and that makes today different than the previous one.

[Lisa A]

Perhaps, as you're watching, you can check on my rhubarb. It still has no interest in sprouting.

The anticipation of spring, and the hope of what comes next, is nicely captured here. :-)

[Ken Simm.]

Spring has sprung, the grass is riz. I wonder where the birdies iz? Hopeful, Pleasing pean of praise. I like it Kath. Lolly lol lol lol.

[April Child]

Perhaps if I watch the spot where the first jonquils grow each Spring
I will see them push up through the fresh brown earth.

I like this, the idea of being still, present and taking in the world around you, so many little pleasures to be had here. Lovely.

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Wow...how uplifting...how springlike indeed! Great write! I love this! You truly have a gift for making the reader see what you see....

[MrJodie]

Oh, this one is just as fresh as the season, Kath. I love it. Playful, wistful, sunny and bright. It's also sweet that it's so personal. You obviously wrote this for someone really terrific... you.

Nice.

[Murphy]

Well, this poem feels like spring, smells like spring, tastes like spring... it can be none other. I like the layout here. Only thing I may consider changing is the color... same color for the last four lines, but perhaps a brighter green for the rest... just a thought. Overall (in my humble, but correct opinion), you have done a wonderful job... very refreshing.