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John Daleiden, US
 

 

 

 

Tanka

a new voice
singing in our garden--
Spring has arrived:
new seeds sown in fertile soil
creates exotic blooms!

 

 

Triolet

A Spinster’s Advice

The meadow is blooming with Spring flowers
Go! pick a sweet bouquet for your true love
Make haste—do not waste the day’s precious hours,
the meadow is blooming with Spring flowers;
she waits for your return to her bower.
Listen! Hear the song of the turtle dove!
The meadow is blooming with Spring flowers
Go! pick a sweet bouquet for your true love.

 

 

Panegyric Ode to Spring: A Fibonacci Verse

Spring!
Day
and night
the same length,
one instant in time,
then, imperceptible at first,
like the gradual rise of the incoming sea tide,
the day light hours flood the atmosphere with waves of nurturing sun and some rain;
the night hours remain warm, moist with the rush of new growth,
like a tender mother wrapping
her infant
in arms—
warm,
true,
bold,
strong.
The land
turns green, lush
with bloom and new life—
a bright meadow of wild flowers,
a gentle forest path where deer and birdsong mingle,
a rushing mountain stream dashing over a precipice into the mist and rainbows;
in the night time forest the hoot of a great horned owl
beneath the sprawling Milky Way,
a blinking spiral
gyrating
through space,
time—
Dawn
breaks—
a man
in a field
picks a colorful
bouquet of dew covered flowers…

 

 

John Daleiden, US

A Hymn To Renewal

Spring
leaps up

vibrant green
revives lands, forests,
paths.

Wake
from winter's deep sleep

bask in bright
sunshine,
drink!

Thanks,
oh Gods

we praise you
bright blossoms and scents
Spring.

 

 

 

 

 

Read Additional Poems by John Daleiden

Rengay—Nothing I Can Say

Solo RengaySeasonal Absurdities

 

 

 

 

 

 

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