Same Title Challenge - Signs of Spring

[wildsweetone]

Challenge:

Write a poem using the title

Signs of Spring​

Requirements:

Any form - choose something that you will find challenging.

Post the poem here and include the name of the form you use.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Challenge:

Write a poem using the title

Signs of Spring​

Requirements:

Any form - choose something that you will find challenging.

Post the poem here and include the name of the form you use.

OK, count me in ... Love free form, and your concept.
Who can go wrong with Spring eh ~ Nice one Sweets ~

 

[Tzara]

Cinquain

Signs of spring

are found
underground, un-
seen. First sprouting down, white.
When greenly up, we know that we
must weed.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Signs of Spring

I still see them,
neon reds, greens, blues
yelling "girls, girls, girls!"
or a more foreboding "XXX" from tucked
away corners.

it is in those signs I see her,
comforting in the way
I know
in twenty feet and twenty dollars
I can have her in my lap again.

sweet Spring,
she smells like jasmine,
honeysuckle,
and that glittery body butter
I always hated.

thursday is the night with no cover,
two drink minimum.
so, I think thursday,
her and I
will have a reunion.

(Free form... or 5-line-stanzas if that counts)

 

[champagne1982]

I passioned this one, edited it and called it something else... It's still a sign of spring though.

Daylight Savings Comes Early

Would a crocus bloom
because man sees the sun
before the moon sets? Tulips
rest, hyacinths slumber
deep, snow lies heavy.
the garden sleeps until
it's time. The buds nod
their heads in tune
with a slower rhythm
of birdsong still unsung,
nests not feathered. Breath
held, frost suspended, we wait
for flocks and break up
to fly over the lake.
Will the eastern farmers'
cows low with the first
pangs of laboured birth
before sun beams
through the dusty windows
to press a welcome heat
against spring's newborn eyes.

 

[wildsweetone]

signs of spring

a branch
...monarch's green wings
...in the sun


fiddling - still

a branch
...butterfly's green wings
...in the sun

 

[wildsweetone]

whoa i'm way out of practice with haiku, as you can see.

very nice cinquain Tzara... not sure if breaking up unseen is allowed in the formal form but it certainly works here.

darkerdreamer your poetry reminds me strongly of bogusbrigs' work. straight, clear and sharp. i definitely like it. nice free verse.

champagne - beautiful and definitely full of passion. (I have a small c&c if you want).

 

[champagne1982]

I always appreciate your view on poetry, so yes, I'd love the one you have of mine. You can post it here if you'd like or send it to me in a PM. Whichever is more comfortable for you.

Thanks, darlin' .

 

[wildsweetone]

okay lovely lady, here it comes... just something little as i said...

I passioned this one, edited it and called it something else... It's still a sign of spring though.

Daylight Savings Comes Early

Would a crocus bloom
because man sees the sun
before the moon sets? Tulips
rest, hyacinths slumber
deep, snow lies heavy.
the(The) garden sleeps until
it's time. The buds nod
their heads in tune
with a slower rhythm
of birdsong still unsung,
nests not feathered. Breath
held, frost suspended, we wait
for flocks and break up
to fly over the lake.(who waits for what to break up? - what is 'break up'? sorry i've not heard that term before.)
Will the eastern farmers'
cows low with the first
pangs of laboured birth
before sun beams
through the dusty windows
to press a welcome heat
against spring's newborn eyes.(. should be ?)

like i said, just little.

 

[champagne1982]

Daylight Savings Comes Early

Would a crocus bloom
because man sees the sun
before the moon sets? Tulips
rest, hyacinths slumber
deep, snow lies heavy.

(ETA: I'm going to fiddle my diddle a bit with this stanza.
Fecund isn't a nice word to many ears, so I need to either drop the adjective
and change line breaks or find a different word.)
The garden sleeps until
it's time. Will the fecund
cows low with the first
pangs of laboured birth
ere the sun beams
through dusty windows
to press welcome heat
to spring's newborn eyes?

The buds nod their heads
to a slower rhythm
of birdsong still unsung,
nests not feathered. Breath
held, frost suspended, we wait
for flocks and the wind
to fly over and break the ice
that holds the lake captive.


WSO asked: (who waits for what to break up? - what is 'break up'? sorry i've not heard that term before.) Ahh. I was looking at this again earlier. I realized that I wasn't clear, but I was hoping that the term "spring break up" would be universal enough to shine through and give my phrase meaning.

I hope it's clearer now. I think the cow bit is better in the new position. What do you think?

 

[Liar]

Signs of Spring

rubber boots
and bare knees
but still
knitted cap
and mittens




Keep It Simple, Stupid is a bit of a challenge for me.

 

[wildsweetone]

Daylight Savings Comes Early

Would a crocus bloom
because man sees the sun
before the moon sets? Tulips
rest, hyacinths slumber
deep, snow lies heavy.

(ETA: I'm going to fiddle my diddle a bit with this stanza.
Fecund isn't a nice word to many ears, so I need to either drop the adjective
and change line breaks or find a different word.)
The garden sleeps until
it's time. Will the fecund
cows low with the first
pangs of laboured birth
ere the sun beams
through dusty windows
to press welcome heat
to spring's newborn eyes?

The buds nod their heads
to a slower rhythm
of birdsong still unsung,
nests not feathered. Breath
held, frost suspended, we wait
for flocks and the wind
to fly over and break the ice
that holds the lake captive.


WSO asked: (who waits for what to break up? - what is 'break up'? sorry i've not heard that term before.) Ahh. I was looking at this again earlier. I realized that I wasn't clear, but I was hoping that the term "spring break up" would be universal enough to shine through and give my phrase meaning.

I hope it's clearer now. I think the cow bit is better in the new position. What do you think?

champ, what form are you using here? as for 'fecund'... i agree, it is not a pleasant sound, but that whole sentence seems almost too long, perhaps a comma or a slight rewording?

 

[wildsweetone]

Signs of Spring

rubber boots
and bare knees
but still
knitted cap
and mittens




Keep It Simple, Stupid is a bit of a challenge for me.

it works for me

 

[vampiredust]

Signs of Spring

A pub
near the A23

*

Ducks crossing
clouds

*

Children parading
offspring

*

Bulbs breaking
in hands

*

The stars I see
coming closer

*

You,
next to me

 

[champagne1982]

champ, what form are you using here? as for 'fecund'... i agree, it is not a pleasant sound, but that whole sentence seems almost too long, perhaps a comma or a slight rewording?

DRAT!! I managed to cleverly avoid seeing the formula requirement of this challenge.... <sigh> I suppose I'll have to write another.</sigh>

I found a nifty poetry glossary.
Mods? Would you prefer that I add it to the forum sticky?

 

[wildsweetone]

DRAT!! I managed to cleverly avoid seeing the formula requirement of this challenge.... <sigh> I suppose I'll have to write another.</sigh>

I found a nifty poetry glossary.
Mods? Would you prefer that I add it to the forum sticky?

the amount of work you are doing on this poem champ i'd say it was a challenging form for you but i definitely think you should post another --- can't get enough of your poetry!

 

[champagne1982]

As The Icicle Grows (a rondeau)


As the icicle grows it hangs from the eaves
and embraces the pine in tears, it grieves
at the passage of cold and snow;
playmates of winter that soon must go
when the last days of March thaw and leave.

Each droplet has touched the branch and weaves
an intimate hold around each needle; a sleeve
of crystalline water of a chilly floe
as the icicle grows.

A spring breeze sneaks into morning and thieves
the north from the wind, in an effort to bereave
the cold night of my window
and secure a spot for warmer glow.
Now the sun settles in and spring is perceived
as the icicle grows.

 

[wildsweetone]

As The Icicle Grows (a rondeau)


As the icicle grows it hangs from the eaves
and embraces the pine in tears, it grieves
at the passage of cold and snow;
playmates of winter that soon must go
when the last days of March thaw and leave.

Each droplet has touched the branch and weaves
an intimate hold around each needle; a sleeve
of crystalline water of a chilly floe
as the icicle grows.

A spring breeze sneaks into morning and thieves
the north from the wind, in an effort to bereave
the cold night of my window
and secure a spot for warmer glow.
Now the sun settles in and spring is perceived
as the icicle grows.

hey i like it! (as if i wouldn't lol). i love the imagery. i think you've really made this form work for you.

i was looking up rondeau (coincidentally NOT) and didn't realise you could mix up the syllable count to eight or 10 within the same poem. that's quite cool. i managed to get one stanza all lines of 8 syllables and ran out of rhymes! lol so i'll have to give it another go.

i have a question for you. in learning to read this particular form, i found myself focusing on the rhymed word in each line. that's bad, right? i should try to let it just flow as if i'm reading free verse, right?

 

[champagne1982]

hey i like it! (as if i wouldn't lol). i love the imagery. i think you've really made this form work for you.

i was looking up rondeau (coincidentally NOT) and didn't realise you could mix up the syllable count to eight or 10 within the same poem. that's quite cool. i managed to get one stanza all lines of 8 syllables and ran out of rhymes! lol so i'll have to give it another go.

i have a question for you. in learning to read this particular form, i found myself focusing on the rhymed word in each line. that's bad, right? i should try to let it just flow as if i'm reading free verse, right?

In Flanders Field is a rondeau.. read that one first, then try to slip smoothly into this one. I know the last strophe is a little twisted.. but if you breathe and use the punctuation clues, it can work aloud quite nicely.

 

[wildsweetone]

In Flanders Field is a rondeau.. read that one first, then try to slip smoothly into this one. I know the last strophe is a little twisted.. but if you breathe and use the punctuation clues, it can work aloud quite nicely.

ty for the lesson, i've got it now i think.




anybody seeing any Signs of Spring yet?

 

[FifthFlower]

Signs of Spring (tetrameter couplets)

In spring, the birdies in my tree
Come dropping do-do down on me.
My truck, parked on the frozen lake,
Has sunk below, and I can't take
The energy that bursts in spring.
My wife returned her wedding ring.
She tells me, "Life means moving on,"
And I am glad that she is gone.
She's giving Sam, that creep, some head
Then spreading in his dirty bed.
My jumping dog would like to run.
I grab some ammo for my gun.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Signs (a sort of sonnet)

They’re smoking outside Tim Hortens again
And winter pansies appeared in the planters
The sky looks scoured clean by the rain
And starlings do their best to enchant us
Before robins arrive to steal the scene
We shed our outer layers like yaks
Feeling minted fresh and clean
Shaking the winter blahs off our backs
The flower count has come and gone
while easterly folk are still digging out
the geese return, the tundra swan
looking for fresh grassy sprout
arrive in flocks to search below
and settle there like late spring snow

 

[FifthFlower]

Signs of Spring (tetrameter sestet)

...the tundra swan
...
arrive in flocks to search below
and settle there like late spring snow

Nice ending. I can see the flock of swans looking like snow. The following is unrelated, but one sign of spring has got to be a bunch of spring poems.

She says that my spring poem's bad.
She says that it might even suck.
"What's wrong with that?" I have to duck.
She swings her fists when she gets mad.
The flowers wilt. The birds are sad.
"Don't think that you'll get lucky, lad."

 

[Rybka]

Signs of Spring

Here are a couple from Springs past.

Sugaring Off

out in the dark
naked woods of a clear night
it is cold and frosty breath crisp
so be well booted and bundled.
Snow crunches under a full moon
God allowing.
Possibly only bare sky
stars
with the sound of a boil-fire snapping
sending hot fire-fly sparks sky-rising.

Smell the sweet of bubbling syrup
mingled with the tang of wood smoke.
Old country friends
and music from good neighbors
instruments to vary.
Potluck supper
Liquid warmth in season’s toast
for those of age enough.

Evening’s crowning is dessert.
Ladle of the boiling sugar-thick
on snow to crystallize.
Add a pickle sour for contrast.
All stand cold but warm
in the dark of nature’s arms
among those most dear.

Those nights are long gone now.
It was younger then. . .

. . . . . . . and better.

 

[Rybka]

Spring Dance

Young boys frolic in an old man’s eyes
high flown kites across wind blown skies.
Dance to the skirl of spring romance.

Grab the ring while there’s still a chance
what’s old comes new yet time does run.
Young pups tumble in an old dog’s sun.​