My Love Dreamt of Spring

a simple poem of the hope and love of the coming of spring

 

 

 

Rivers formed from the frost of winter,

Melting into valleys and gorges;

Washing away the pain of the freeze,

And my disease returns adornment;

 

Voices that call in my head fill with fear,

Denial seeps a sullen drip of sweat;

Push these violet pedals through the dirt,

And breath- free of the cold regret;

 

Daylight shone when souls sleep,

No need for lighted mornings;

I live hours longer and relish the eve;

‘neath the tree that forms an awning;

 

Sky flight sees singing songs,

Whistle the tune of a new hope,

A belief that winter may sleep forever,

Is alive as dreams and warmth; elope.

 

Reviews

[Nina Love]

simply put, this is beautiful.

[justjenn_2u]

And breath- free of the cold regret;

Ahhh, to breath free of the hard reminders of those things which convict us. Although feeling regret shows a person has an inner conscious, the pain can be unbearable and haunting to say the least.

I love the comparison of the seasons as with the emotions of a human. Emotions change as the seasons, some are cold and some so hot. Your closure of this poem has a hopeful feeling to it. Nice write, Jason! Keep up the good work. : )

[shadadakiya]

very pretty,and yeah some wen't over my head too,lol hug's

[THE BLACK SEAL]

i love this one going in my faves

[Damien Dsoul]

It is the feel of the expressionistic chasing after the surreal: the vitality of your imagery as it delves in revelative delight of human feelings alongside nature. So very lovely and charmingly seductive.

[Kasey Klein]

Good images with a solid rhythm, though some of the images escape me.