conversation implied

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seasonal rampage

intersect in blues theory

sky's intellection

 

cloudburst

it's raining April's opine

a sense of being

 

slumber aborted

bear hugs to

blades of grass

 

shining green

arousal

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/16/22

Reviews

[Ruth]

Freshness of newness is soul quenching...not just external but internal, seasons renew us all in one way or another and nature is always a guide if we choose to let her be so...beautiful Jacob :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ruth,
j.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

The imagery is painted with a longing for spring! Well done!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, imagination,
j.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[M. J. Smith]

Got some spring fever around here. Wish I could catch it. Still got snow on the ground here. Spring feels like a distant memory. Beauty, incarcerated here. Nicely done, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, M.J.
j.

[Patricia]

This is warm and subtle, lusty, I love it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Patricia,
j.

[Patricia]

you're welcome

[Zoe Richardson]

When I read this, I see a spring storm, the way the rain washes the sky and the grass. Then the sun comes out and everything stands out in relief against the sunshine and blue sky. This poem is rich in imagery and multilayered in meaning. To me, anyway!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Zoe,
j.