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without spring
by Bob ArcaniaIt is Spring. It is what teaches how to love
without attachment. To love the gentle rise fall
of our chests against the stripped bare sky.
Not to love people--people who make winter
drag with quiet slumber indoors for months.
And months. Without people there would
be no indoors, no seclusion, no winter.
I would stretch my arms (without walls
to cement my knuckles closer to my torso).
I would gulp down the forever blossoms
of SpringÂ’s tallest orchards growing taller.
03/27/2007 Author's Note: Can you feel it? It's pressing closer closer.
Posted on 03/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 03/28/07 at 01:26 AM Spring is the best season, ever, and no one will ever convince me otherwise, so, yeah, I feel it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/28/07 at 02:17 AM Personally, I hate spring, but I still like this, for what that's worth. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/10/07 at 02:40 PM Oh yeah, I feel it. Despite winter's last fling here in the midwest, I feel it. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/10/07 at 04:09 PM Yes! I can feel it. Congratulations on your POTD. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/10/07 at 05:04 PM This is a fine recognition of the transition we all face in the cyclical, seasonal process.
Too bad more people don’t read the signs left by nature.
Your reminder makes a wonderful Poem Of The Day. Congratulations, Bob!
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| Posted by Aaron Blair on 04/10/07 at 11:52 PM Look at you, all frontpagetastic and stuff. |
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