…
spring has sprung
and she feels flung.
no time to sing,
laugh in flowers,
raise face to sun.
give her a warm-wandered
shore, a place to store
the sands of time.
a sea. a song.
spring her
……….(undone)
from these
(daisy)
chains, love
……..knots.
..
It’s Quadrille Day over at dVerse. 🙂 Kim’s hosting. Come play!
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….oh I LOVED to make daisy chains and dandelion chains when I was little….and with my grandkids too! 🙂
She is a busy lady… love her though when she’s sprung… 🙂
Thinking of a chain as a daisy chain makes it seem more like a love knot.
Love knots, daisy chains, & dream catchers–all still await the exit of chill here in the NW. I like the look &feel of your last stanza.
I love how you are asking to ‘give her a warm-wandered shore, a place to store the sands of time’ :o)
Magic words! It snowed on our daffodils and blooming forsythia this morning (bah humbug), but hopefully this last blast of winter will be brief.
spring her undone from these daisy chains, love knots… oh I like that!
This is fun…especially the last verse 🙂
You acheive a brilliant balance in your work, with those parenthesis. And the rimes fit so well
I like this one. It has real energy. I can feel it skipping along.
Happy, delightful poem, De. I’m wondering if you are experiencing summer like we are right now. 95! And the air-conditioning is in a funk.
Oh this is soo elegantly written De ❤️ I absolutely adore this “give her a warm-wandered shore, a place to store the sands of time. a sea. a song.”
Warm-wandered shore and daisy chains spoke to me De ~ Let her spring and fly free ~
That’s a tongetwister of a title, De, and I love it. You’ve spun words wonderfully again in a lyrical Quadrille that makes me smile, especially those
‘(daisy)
chains, love
……..knots’!
I felt I was skipping in this poem
Ah the joys of spring De…
what a unique way to present the Quadrille, I admire it very much. a place to store
the sands of time. – this was brilliant – the sea and sand sing a song to keep – inspiring!
I loved the word play in this piece. Well done De. 🙂
spring her undone – unraveling in the beauty of warm beginnings…
Nots are chains indeed.
This poem certainly springs about as cheerily as a lamb! Perfect!
I love the rhythm and energy of this!
Lovely last lines. 🙂
See Saw
SpRing..
Merry
Go
’round
Flowers
from Winter
Summer mix
of 80 degrees all F’ed uP..
As Fahrenheit FloWers Freezing..;)
This is wonderful!