the most wonderful thing

about springs:
(as opposed to these quiet win
-te(a)r chills,)

is the way they
b    o   u   n   c   e
clouds off a stirred-up
sky, the way they pry
their wily, wiry petaled
fingers into my funnybones,
trounce about
on trampolines of dandelion
kisses and small slow
wishes and

It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Bounce on over and play with me! 


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32 Responses to the most wonderful thing

  1. qbit says:

    Spring springs eternal! Or something. Great bouncy trampoline of a poem.

  2. I would love to sit beside a river like this… my heart bounces with joy,

  3. kim881 says:

    You are definitely a Tigger kind of gal, De! I so enjoyed your quadrille, especially the play on words and the way springs pry ‘their wily, wiry petaled / fingers into my funnybones’.
    I’m imagining the ‘trampolines of dandelion kisses’ – they really tickle!

  4. This is gorgeous De, I especially love

    ‘trampolines of dandelion
    kisses and small slow
    wishes and

  5. rothpoetry says:

    I can see the slinky bouncing from cloud to cloud!!

  6. kanzensakura says:

    Love the dandelion trampolines so much. The other day I invaded a neighbor’s trampoline. First time ever. Now I can truly imagine it on dandelions. You always twist and turn those words so wonderfully!

  7. Fun poem! I could bounce right into spring about now, although I can’t complain about the weather we’ve been having this winter. Almost springlike.

  8. Oh, that’s lovely. Such fabulous images. The dandelion trampoline seems to be the standout one for everyone, including me. Spring is a bouncilicious time.

  9. annell4 says:

    I love that!!! ” Wishes and river stones”.

  10. There’s a definite spring in your step!

  11. You pair words beautifully. I love how you use “springs” the metal coiled thing to show us Spring through your lovely, colorful, springy words.

  12. just watching those clouds bouncing on the dandelions…

  13. jillys2016 says:

    Ah, the format is perfection. I especially like the riverstones – the unbouncable part of it all.

  14. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Love those small slow wishes, De❤️ Your words are as fresh and hopeful as a bud in Spring😍

  15. Wonderful imagery in your words. 🙂

  16. MarinaSofia says:

    An absolute delight of a poem, so full of evocative imagery and nice cheery rhythm. You have really perked me up on a day when technology was against me and everything was a bit rainy and washed out.

  17. Bev says:

    Lyrical and beautifully descriptive.

  18. Shawna says:

    I love the phrase “tear chills.”

    Also “trounce about
    on trampolines of dandelion

    And the phrase “small slow” all by itself, for some reason.

  19. The bounciness is…well…bouncy…..the win
    -te(a)r chills however, steal the show for me.

  20. Pure delight, here, De. Clever word play (not overdone) with a good dose of lyricism. Let us slow down, for sure.

  21. Yes, too much winter here. Let’s bounce into Spring, if only in poetry

  22. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice sounds especially “kisses” and “wishes”.

  23. ‘small slow wishes and river stones’ – That spins my head around. Love it!

  24. Truedessa says:

    I like the beginning and the way you split winter, it has been so brutally cold here this winter.
    (as opposed to these quiet win
    -te(a)r chills,)

  25. lifelessons says:

    Never predictable. You are the epitome of “bounce,” De……

  26. Laura Bloomsbury says:

    can feel the thrill of your springs – fingering your funnybones – terrifically tingly De

  27. othermary says:

    Oh, this is so happy and hopeful and fun! Love it, De.

  28. Everything that spring is about. I felt the lightness and bounciness in your poem’s words and rhyme

  29. I love the way you use parentheses. That’s always been a favorite of mine, but I haven’t done it in quite a while. I should definitely bring it back. I love creative use of punctuation! So much fun 🙂

  30. blak asper says:

    This whole passage is absolute brilliance:

    “the way they pry
    their wily, wiry petaled
    fingers into my funnybones,
    trounce about
    on trampolines of dandelion”

    You have an amazing ear.

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