Into a blue spring flow

About those magics and mystics that never die

There is a flow

The rivers will run

With rocks that turn and tumble

The sand ever shifts, the trees of the fall

Growing again upon the shores of destiny

Sapphires race with a trace of jade mahogany

Emeralds roll with a cadence of red roses

Dusty tracks of memories respite

Breathing in, exhaling the tides

The rises and falls of hearts unquenched

With that drink, we all must merry

Our fated lunar nights

Those summer saints

 

The drips of a Monday too soon

The first rain tying the paths upon rocks

Old doors, worn floors, carpets that change

A fresh blue spring of any hour beckons

It is a pace, your pace a’many

Those foot prints in the sand

 

Sip heavily, the minute grain

For seconds on call shall forever be

A magical, mystical way

Don’t dance

Just sway

The bridge of strength

Shall carry all that stay

Onward too

The next days shall dawn

Free

You see?

 

 

Reviews

[Cate Mcgowan]

This was in such fine focus. I felt, as the reader, that i could close my eyes and it was all infront of me. "The drips of a monday too soon", this line (this line!!) made me love this piece. I can't even explain why it was just captivating and i love it. The last stanza was a perfect close. Your writing style is one of my favorites and i almost found a type of warmth in your choice of words. You are a true talent.

[Wolfwind]

Many thanks to you Cate for your kind words. I'm very glad that the piece was able to resonate for you. I found it cool that you would single out that particular line... It's the catch line of the piece.... For in the poem... the first three letters of "monday" are bold... as are is the words "soon".... thus connecting the blue to the river to the rain of the MONSOON. =)

[Cate Mcgowan]

Thats so cool. How you came up with that, i may never know. You continue to impress me. :)

[Jane P.]

Oh my gosh, this is even more beautiful! The line, "Sapphires race with a trace of jade mahogany" just took my breath away. I particularity loved the final stanza and the way you mention "just sway", which mirrors the zigzagging structure of the stanza. I also feel quite dense, but is the poem about the fleeting days of summer? If so then I have even more appreciation for your structure, as the first stanza is full and almost bursting with the life and excitement of summer. The constriction of your final stanza really contrasts this image beautifully. Again, totally hoping I hit the content correctly. Otherwise I'm just going to make a statement of saying I'm really not poetically talented!!

[Wolfwind]

=D Thank you! The meaning of poetry is in the eye of the beholder. As lines slip slide past your gaze, crafting an image within the mind, then that is what it is for you. While every poem a reader reads may be unique, so is the experience a reader takes away from it. I loved what you saw in my ink. It is indeed tied to summer and the flow of time. Yet, the exact meaning behind why I wrote it could take several books for me to explain it all, as there are many personal allegories and allusions I placed within the piece.
Once again, I'm humbled by such a wonderful review, thank you!

[one sky]

Wow! This is amazing. I love the concrete format, the rhythm and the metaphors used.

You're a brilliant poet, Aaron.

[Wolfwind]

Many thanks for your time to come read and kind comments! =)

[Donovan "Grey Wolf" Go..]

Amazing and my friend reading over my shoulder says that it was a poetic masterpiece

[Wolfwind]

Thank you! I appreciate your time coming and reading my ink! =)