Proko-poetitudes Redux

[cookala]

nice start! oh, the renewal of Spring, sans those bladderful dogs.

[prokopton]

Hello,

OOoh, I do like the 'snug in burlap sack' - the sounds there are gorgeous, and the sense of the poem does remind me of that half-worried moment one gets when planting something large and willing it to survive. Spring!

Sarah

Thanks for reading and commenting, Sarah

[prokopton]

nice start! oh, the renewal of Spring, sans those bladderful dogs.

Thanks Cookie,
I want the poems to thrive also. It may take more than
peeing on them for that!

G.

[prokopton]

ffoGe!
You are such an adornment to the NaPo threads -- what a gorgeous start!
Kept up with your cat - herding, have ya?
GOOD!
I will try harder this year to make my cat poem about cats.

olaSerl

thanks, Sorella
I will try harder too - to keep up with your enthusiasm!

G.

[prokopton]

Beware scurrilous hounds with full bladders!

Lovely start. I enjoyed the robin diving in there, not worrying about the tree's readiness, or the gardener's worrying about the tree's readiness. Of course its ready, it's a tree. (says the robin)

Happy NAPO!

THanks Dave,
and the best of luck to you as well
may your tree bear fruit,
- ready or not!

G

[Dunc]

ffoGe!

And on that tree there was a branch, and on that branch there was a bird ...

Your spring's my autumn, but the sentiments (and the dogs) are the same.

Have a fine April!

Regards / Dunc

[BruisedOrange]

Lovely spring start! I especially enjoyed the 'scouting scurrilous hounds' and the final three lines.

Happy NaPo!

Jen

[vmh]

Love the surprise arrival of the robin. I totally didn't expect that because the visuals were so much of the tree.

Vicky

[prokopton]

the bird, the branch, the sentiments,
it's all true!

Thanks, Dunc.
We'll be exchanging more this next month
I'm sure. Have a good one.

G.

[prokopton]

That's my recipe for spring, Jen:
Take one tree..
add some dirt,
next, a robin..

thanks for reading,

G.

[prokopton]

thanks, Vicky.

Ah, the surprise,
um, well, wish I had planned that,
but, you know, inspiration + happenstance = a napoem

G.

[prokopton]

2. La Tour


Only yesterday, but a hundred
twenty-six years ago,
Paris exposed its grandest erection
to the world, in public, on the Champs de Mars.
A mighty tower it was (and still is,) though
there were a few tsk tsks, not everybody,
it seems, was taken with it,
but many admired its curves, its grace,
as it lustily reared towards space
fraught with hauteur,
above the city of light.
Millions gathered to ogle its grandeur,
and cavort between its legs. Still today
the Frenchmen proudly display
their most famous Gallic symbol.

[prokopton]

Aurora

When the looking-glass is full of light,
And gleams and dreams and full of sight,
the curtains billow, hiding, then revealing
the drooping willow, weeping, then concealing.

First, the ever blessed space and all-consuming grace,
her curves of bones and flesh and lucent skin
smooth as ivory, the tone of parchment in
the yellow morning when the sun creeps in.

And through her veins, the blood has not begun to flow.
Then, her poise, limbs arrested just so, and her fine
composure, and expression timed to draw a glow
from the burning disk just perched above the distant line

that marks the night time from the day, a sovereign time.
A burnished gleam, rays of star-stuff that have come so far
as if from a distant nova, corruscatingly sublime,
so fast, just to show her in the best light, a star.

[BrianIsSmilingAtYou]

First Tree of Spring



It lay snug in its burlap sack beside
its intended hole, freshly dug.
It tipped in easily, springing erect, as if to view
the neighbourhood, scouting scurrilous hounds
aspiring to give their scent to its trunk.

Thirty seconds after it was planted
I stood to water it. I imagined
a thousand roots sucking up the moisture,
then, a passing robin alit among its branches
oblivious of the hungry roots beneath,
furiously seeking their perch.

Ergo, trees cause robins.

BrianIs AtYou

[cookala]

I like the play of and on words in La Tour - fraught with hauteur, and cavort between its legs and Gallic symbol are standout.
Aurora - is quite beautiful. great images and word choices. opening line is killer. nice.