Marie's Spring

Marie's Spring

A Poem by Tony Jordan
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A senryu In memory of Marie. A wonderful writer and friend to many here. She loved to herald each season with a poem... http://www.writerscafe.org/robinson

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crocus buds gather
expectant crowds for Marie's
poem of the Spring

PACKAGE

A Poem by Marie
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For the 1st day of Spring...

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Hint of colour

In the air

Morning glories

Lift their heads

Southern breezes

Whisper low

Urging them

From winter beds.

Now the earth

Is tinged with green

Birds and bees

And butterflies

Open up

The secret box

With its ancient,

New surprise.


© 2017 Tony Jordan



Author's Note

Tony Jordan
I updated my original senryu with a poem about Spring by Marie (R.I.P.) - Thank you to Paul Bell for the suggestion :))

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I got here too late to know Marie, but I've seen so many tributes to her, I can tell how beloved she was on this website! This is an awesome spring poem with flowing enjambment & it touches on such a precious aspect of remembering Marie's writing traditions!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

9 Months Ago

I just know you two would have gotten on like a house on fire BG.
Thank you very much for r.. read more
barleygirl

9 Months Ago

I'm honored (((HUGS)))



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A gracious tribute to a wonderful poet and soul. May she lives on and on even after death through her work and friends...:)................

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

8 Months Ago

May we all be remembered so fondly Sami.
God Bless you my friend
:)
Sami Khalil

8 Months Ago

So true. You are welcome...:)..................
A lovely tribute. I didn't know Marie, but her poem is beautiful :) Julie

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

8 Months Ago

I thought you would have known the indomitable Marie, Julie...
She was a fine poet - nobody c.. read more
MsJewel

8 Months Ago

My pleasure.
Hi Tony: I learned of Marie through Sam Dickens page, then I found out months ago that she had passed. How touching of you to honor her here. Love your senryu to her.

I love the play on words in the last stanza of her poem: "With its ancient,
New surprise." Nature indeed is ancient, but we get to experience it anew each season. RIP in your new and eternal season, Marie.

Posted 8 Months Ago


I never knew Marie was no longer in the Cafe. This is a lovely well versed tribute Tony!

Posted 8 Months Ago


It's always unfortunate when someone passes away, i never had the chance to meet her but after reading more of her works I know I would have liked her. What a wonderful tribute to her. :)

Posted 8 Months Ago


Very nice. I didn't know her but I can't think of a better way to honor someone than this.

Posted 8 Months Ago


I've never heard of Marie until now, so thank you for introducing me to her and her wonderful poetry.
As for this senryu, I enjoyed it. It's sad and hopeful at the same time. Thank you for sharing.

- William Liston

Posted 8 Months Ago


Lovely poems, both.
I remember Marie; she was very talented--and extremely honest.
A respected colleague who is sorely missed.
Sweet gesture, Tony.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Stunning in its brevity TJ, what a beautiful tribute. It's wonderful when these souls come into our lives they give and leave more than they know. R xo


Posted 9 Months Ago


That's truly beautiful! What a delight you are X

Posted 9 Months Ago



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