a ragged spring
plies her sunshine like
gypsy’s beads, yielding only to
the river’s raging
fists as it pounds
the footsteps of ice
into shaky, shuddering
This entry was posted on March 17, 2010 by joanna. It was filed under poetry, thoughts, writing and was tagged with river, season, spring.
March 17, 2010 at 5:03 pm
“plies her sunshine like gypsy beads” very nice. The transitions of the barren and cold to fertile dampness and thawing. When you get a chance check out 1markt.wordpress.com and please, leave a comment.
March 17, 2010 at 5:47 pm
this flows through the words so well
March 17, 2010 at 9:38 pm
enjoyed browsing through your own blog; quite the creative group you’ve got over there…
March 20, 2010 at 2:46 pm
enjoyed this work
March 18, 2010 at 10:01 am
I really enjoyed the alliteration. I appreciate quality poetry and yours never fails to impress me.As always, kindest wishes.
March 18, 2010 at 10:07 am
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
There was an error retrieving images from Instagram. An attempt will be remade in a few minutes.
Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.