Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Seasons II


Sweet scent of lilacs in springtime
Sighting baby Robins first flight
Summers warmth lingers past midnight


Lake-side cottage, sipping wine
The splendor of fall so tender
Snow flake lace covered winter pines


Seasons beguile fickle delight
Sweet scent of lilacs in springtime

~ི♥ྀ ~ʚįɞ~ི♥ྀ ~ʚįɞ~ི♥ྀ ~ʚįɞ~ི♥ྀ ~ʚįɞ



I have reworked this Octain poem from my earlier post from May 16th.  I am a poetess who usually writes with abandon and although I enjoy trying new forms, I find that when I do it’s more from the head rather than from the heart. But in saying that, I am open to step outside of my comfort zone. 



For One Shot Wednesday

8 comments:

  1. Like the adaptation to the new form
    As you present the spring norm
    Although with all this rain
    I might pop a vein
    And the robins my never arise
    Wanting to stay where dryness lies

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  2. Nice! The lilacs are out here - the scent is everywhere, intoxicating

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  3. helena - kudos - really well done! love your re-write!!!

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  4. Helena this is beautiful !!
    you add so much meaning to your writes !
    Just lovely !!
    JL&B

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  5. 'Season beguile fickle delight' I love that line. Nice Octain.

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  6. What a lovely soul you have to be able to the beauty of spring and the sent that lingers in the air and in the memories of times so long ago.

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  7. I do agree with you Helena...the head versus the heart...I wish I could take the time to try to express in other forms, more structured, but I find it restricts my thought...someday maybe I'll risk and try...beautiful writing...there's something magic about the seasons :)

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  8. Beautiful, I would love to be there!

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