Three secrets that never were said:
The stir of the sap in the spring,
The desire of a man to a maid,
The urge of a poet to sing.
by BLISS CARMAN (WILLIAM) (1861-1929)
Public Domain Poetry
Tag Archives: Spring
SEASON PREMIERE AT THE SNOW GLOBE THEATRE // Six Word Story #133
Chilly lullaby hushes us ’til Spring.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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COME FOR WINTER // Six Word Story #119
Winter weeping icicles onto spring’s dew.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Spring by Alfred Lichtenstein
A certain Rudolf called out:
I have eaten too much.
Whether it’s healthy is very questionable.
After such a greasy lunch
I really feel uncomfortable.
But I belch beautifully and smoke
Cigarettes now and then.
Lying on my heavy belly,
I chirp nothing but songs of spring.
Longingly, as though on a ramp
The voice squeals from the throat.
And like an old lamp
The wind blackens the bitter soul.
by ALFRED LICHTENSTEIN (1889-1914)
Public Domain Poetry
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crosscurrent of spring
i’m sorry i shouted at you
i had no right (you told me darkly)
i sailed my disgrace through the reef of shame
but hadn’t we kissed at the blushing jetty?
was that just another tidal skeeting?
another day with nothing inside
yet hope still dabbed behind each ear
i’ve seen mermaids depart for other shores before
speaking wakes of dismantled devotion
i hope we prove to be the exception
once more in our summer of discontent
again we list sadly into fall apart
to become a sail’s wintry afterthought
but didn’t our lungs evolve for screaming
for when choppy waters beset us?
by TONY SINGLE
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