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.
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:
The first stanza is great with the alliteration skipping the tongue along.
This is a love poem, to me. I love the confidence and strength in it, and the flirting playful air.
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.
a lovely personification of the season. Nicely done.
Spring?
It's autumn.......
:-)
Spring as a flirt. Very good, I particularly liked the second stanza.
It sure dances but never in Delhi!
reverently renewed
PS: Can you email me?
will mail you right away...Gautami.
Done Gautami...
I love the happy dance of a spring invitation.
That spring is quite the lady!
Writing in Faith: Poems
You have captured the essence of spring perfectly
'touch me not air'...i love that! a very flirty, perfect-for-spring poem
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. :)
This is really beautiful - so spring, so sprite-ish. Lovely.
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