Spring Construction by Kristina Woodhill Out back, a spring construction crew Design pre-writ, imprinted blue Gleans from my winter Garden cleaning Strands and fibers Gladly shared No permits required No inspectorÂ’s stapled stamp No cranes need lift their roof Already arching perfectly Pure azure blue And lit by sunÂ’s warm lamp No palatial penthouse playhouse With kitchen-of-the-year design Or dens lined with new unread books “Oh, DahÂ….ling, itÂ’s just sooo divine!” No rad color of the week On walls so fab and so faux chic No, none of that Wistfully I admire and watch them Wing my gardenÂ’s leavings NatureÂ’s perfect weavings To safe skyscraping lofts And there, with coupled Minimalist commitment These family architects Construct their Simple Nests 04/27/2006 Posted on 04/27/2006 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/28/06 at 03:30 AM Oh! Would you guess I was having these same thoughts the past few days?! :) :) :) I'm dancing in the glee of your poetry! Just dancing! And WOW yes! —isn't it amazing, the simpleness of what naturlings use? (I wonder for a moment if they'd agree with us - heh!) Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/28/06 at 03:32 AM Hi Kristina. Delighted. How can I resist the opportunity to say this is, for the birds! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/01/06 at 06:47 PM Superb descriptiveness throughout. I had a feeling it was about what it was about hehe. I especially like these lines: No palatial penthouse playhouse With kitchen-of-the-year design. Kudos! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/01/06 at 06:48 PM P.S. And a vote for POTD! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)