Saturday, April 14, 2012

"Precocious" (a collaborative poem)

This is what's been written so far...


Some claim April rain                            (Grace of Words like foam on the waves)
brings the blossoms of May, but
trees here are hasty

like youth, ardor unrestrained            Margaret (  
eager for springs first sweet kiss

Sakura blossoms                                    (Kerry O'Connor of Skylover)
In the arms of old man tree
Drops of moonlit milk

showgirls will perform a dance             Ella's Edge
inspir'd by Moon light's embrace

her graceful waves in                            Laurie Kolp Poetry
a risque spring ballet, legs
kick the silver sky

stars wink at rainbow feathers      Susie Clevenger of Confessions of A Laundry Goddess
that tease with each fluttering

My full heart flutters,                            Mary of Writing in the Bachs
I become dancer and dance
under April's moon

and a blossoming cherry                       Kay, an Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
in the sweet, full warmth of May        

And we, resting far                               Shawna of Sunflower Poetry
north where snow still flies and melts
await midnight summer

polar day does not circle                        Jinksy of Alias Jinksy
on cosmic calliope

Pegasus gallops                                     Cad of A Trellis Fencing
to the music of the spheres,
while star clusters spin.

The earth spins on its axis,                    Margo of Margo Roby: Wordgathering
hums its music in B flat

Spring pirouettes ice                              MiskMask
Spun sugar and crystal shards
Across the cosmos

silver vessel half moon                           Jules of jules gems and stuff
empties dawn into morning

The night bids farewell                          Your humble servant...
Leaving a trail of stardust
It flies on its way

Restored to herself, the earth                 See directly above :-)
resumes her orderly spin

At a loss for words                                  Siggi in Downeast Maine
coherent flew out window
on the wings of nerves

The above poem is a renga.  Click HERE (Imaginary Garden with Real Toads) for the details.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur