Celebrating spring and poetry

Does spring inspire you to write poetry?  April is National Poetry Month and we are finally seeing the signs of spring here in Iowa. In honor of both, here’s a poem I wrote. An homage to William Carlos Williams.

Prairie, GranddaughtersThe Brown Prairie

so much depends
upon

a brown spring
prairie

beaten down by
winter

through a child’s
eyes

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I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “so much depends upon.”  If you’d like to respond, in poem form or otherwise, I’d love to know what images that prompt – or the green grass and flowers of spring – trigger for you.

Comments

  1. light of love sparkles in eyes of beholder
    green of freshness wears colors of newness
    oh there is spring to uphold bounty of beauty
    yet frost is no more to bite on lips of green.

    eyes of dawn resonates to burn in gold
    vale of tune seems to unveil flames of fire
    law of attraction is art ripple flowing quietly
    instinct impulses to pursue rungs of rose

  2. Here’s my poem:

    SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON
    Veronica Arnold
    4/13/13

    So much depends upon
    A glance,
    A smile,
    A word.
    A life can change in an instant
    From bored
    To smile
    To dance
    When one person takes the time to care.

  3. I know this is supposed to be about spring–of course it IS about a typical Colorado spring, a time when we get big snowstorms! Here’s another “So Much Depends Upon” poem:

    So much depends upon
    A single snowflake
    Upon another.
    Branches minutely etched against the sky;
    A bustling city brought to its knees;
    Unknown neighbors shoveling out cars
    Together;
    Children sledding in the parking lot:
    Where did they come from?
    The power of a single snowflake
    Upon another.

    • Another lovely reminder of the value of all of us together. In light of the Boston Marathon attack, that was horrible but that brought so many people running toward the explosions to help, it is especially meaningful. Thanks for writing a second poem!

  4. CURVE OF CONSCIOUSNESS

    Heart seems to ruffle when unrequited of red
    Leaf of pine desiccates being chilled of snow
    Thunder rips through lurid void of emptiness
    Soul seems to tear as when disowned of love.

    Serenity lays unshaken on curve of consciousness
    As Cosmic blue weaves to form web of eternity
    Silence dissipates untangled in abstruse void
    By firmament stars and meteors yet reverberates.

    from beneath oak i stand and stare to cosmic blue
    lest i may decipher code of quest to define
    hasty rain drops and quandary of falling dew
    on veneration i slowly succumb to ire inevitable.

Join the conversation. Your comments or questions welcomed!

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