oh my....very interesting. Spring and her promises of new life (and love perhaps) has betrayed you and left you an unbeliever in her charms. I love the last lines denoting that you are more dead than winter, that is so powerful!
It makes you wonder about her cross hidden in the flowers....for those who do not feel her rejuvenation powers, it could be that-the pain of not feeling more alive in the Springtime. But still, you paint your arms as poppies, so hope rests at the bottom of your well. There is a depth to this poem that really merits much thought. I loved it.
You take a religious message with a strong metaphor and flip it on it's head. What a fascinating poem. I could go a million different directions with this.
I really enjoyed your brief moment of reflection...
nice flow and i like the religious ego tones pious as the sacrifice of the self reflection condoned. You caught my attention with the first stanza, then kept bumping around a tempo with such graceful denominational dimensional metaphors..love the symbolism
After a barren winter they change in weather can greatly affect your moods.
allow for you to start seeing in a more positive way, But some winters never end.
very much enjoyed the play on words with the title being "athiest of spring" and using bible verses. very good write.
Your writing always possesses this beautiful, classic feel. It's something I feel could stand the test of time, like all the great poets in the anthologies. I really like the way you took the usual "fresh new outlook" idea of spring and twisted it into something else. This piece is very clever and creative with the different factors you bring together into the overall structure. It's a really wonderful read.
I like parallels between intimate personal tragedy and mass epic tragedy, which this evokes beautifully with its religious wording and use of the season spring. I say mass tragedy, as it makes me think of Israel and Jerusalem's current daily conflicts, amongst the very singular one that you portrayed.
Your lines are all perfect, like you found them somewhere always fully formed, rather than wrote them.
I'm an undergraduate college student, a sufferer, a realist, and a writer.
I'm not on the cafe as much, but I will be as time allows.
Side note: I do not rate writing.
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