Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Spring



her chin held high:
tempting, luring, tickling -
‘touch-me-not’ air.

blooms dance,
at grasping distance:
eyelashes flutter.

fresh innocence:
weaving dreams unforeseen
brimming confidence.


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In response to the prompt from One Single Impression.

15 comments:

Pam said...

The first stanza is great with the alliteration skipping the tongue along.

Andrée said...

This is a love poem, to me. I love the confidence and strength in it, and the flirting playful air.

lissa said...

great poem, I must have said that a lot but that's all I can think of and it is great.

I'm wondering why spring is often refer to as a female but somehow it seem to be right.

Raven said...

a lovely personification of the season. Nicely done.

Whitesnake said...

Spring?
It's autumn.......

:-)

spacedlaw said...

Spring as a flirt. Very good, I particularly liked the second stanza.

gautami tripathy said...

It sure dances but never in Delhi!

reverently renewed

PS: Can you email me?

UL said...

will mail you right away...Gautami.

UL said...

Done Gautami...

Teri C said...

I love the happy dance of a spring invitation.

SandyCarlson said...

That spring is quite the lady!
Writing in Faith: Poems

keith hillman said...

You have captured the essence of spring perfectly

qualcosa di bello said...

'touch me not air'...i love that! a very flirty, perfect-for-spring poem

Roop Rai said...

Spring has been a very shy lady in UK this year. :D How was Canada? Ah I can't believe you went to me home!! It's been nearly a year for me now. hmm. anyway, I look forward to hear from you on Unchaahi. Could I please have your email if you don't mind me asking? I'm at unchaahi at gmail. :)

WriterKat said...

This is really beautiful - so spring, so sprite-ish. Lovely.