SPRING AHEAD – PROMPT #47


With Spring starting this week, we want you to put the stale old thoughts away and put a fresh, bright new outlook in your poems. Spring is the season of rebirth and renewal. It is when the first blooms appear to make this world a little easier on the eyes. Write a “new” poem. Be it a Spring poem, a rebirth, renewal or fresh poem, the arrival of Spring is right on schedule. Spring Ahead!

Marie Elena’s Ummm … What the heck is this, anyway?

(Kate, this one’s for you!)

SPRING BUNNIES

I love Spring,

and bunnies too!

And bunny stew?

And bunnies too!

How cruel of you!

Of me??

Of you!

 But, I love you!

I know you do!

But, bunny stew??

Yes, bunnies too.

What’s WRONG with you?!

What did I do?!

I thought that you

Loved bunnies, too

That’s true!  I do!

I just TOLD you!

 Told me?

Told you!

Now, let’s review:

I love Spring,

and bunnies, too.

SEE? BUNNY STEW!

How cruel of you!

*sigh*

Okay now, let’s start anew.

I love Spring,

And bunnies too…

That’s it! We’re through!

What did I do?!


(If I keep this up, my partner is going to kick me to the curb. 😉 )

 

WALT”S ODE TO THE EQUINOX:

‘TIS SPRING (The Bloomings of Our Souls)

‘Tis Spring, and our souls bloom with these words.
Budding brilliance planted deep within our hearts and minds.
Nurtured and tended with the awakenings of life.
A good life made more perfect by we gentle gardeners,
who encourage the growth of these gifts.
The growth of these friendships.
An eternal sunshine beams forth by the glowing of our gardener hearts.
This sunshine brightens our days
and illuminates our thoughts,
making our growth fertile,
and fruitful and productive.

‘Tis Spring and our souls bloom with
thoughts of these friendships.
Thoughts brought to light
like the first flowers of Spring
as they break the earth
and show their potential.
You as gardeners, care for me
and loosen the soil around me,
as I free your roots to branch out
and allow you to grow full of life.
Full of our verbal beauty.
And we give back to each other,
the “caregivers”, with a very bountiful harvest
of the bloomings of our souls.
We are the gardeners.
We bloom brilliantly together.