Ian.T
Ian.T
Mar 10, 2014

The Herald

Pure flower to show Winter is no more,
why, tell me why do you look at the floor?
The Earth still holds that stubborn cold,
from days when the sun was afraid to grow.

I shall wait a while for the sun to smile,
on the life that gives me a reason to be.
I will till the garden, making it weed free,
new growing times will be here in a while.

This year we found the new weathers sound,
a bellowing wind and sheets of cold rain.
Later saying that this has always been the same
Forgetting once more, how it was before.

Can you believe that flashbacks humour me,
I could be laying in fields till way past three.
Long evenings of sultry mist less scenes,
a child would draw on as lovely dreams

Was it true, is my memory in dreams confined,
that it wants to hide reality from me now.
I can't think of a good reason somehow,,
so I put those dreams as a wonderful time

My ways are based on things real and seen,
a great way to live for me, or so it seemed.
How could I wish any harm to those I meet,
when life to me was without a doubt, sweet.

Days of being that brought me to this state,
to all I meet, I can listen to and relate.
I could watch the madness of others ways,
Just blessing my own long Summer days.

I still would like to know that after the snow,
why, oh why, does that herald of Spring,
look at the ground, when I think it should sing.
Snowdrop let me gaze into your pure white eyes.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Just wondered why the Snowdrop always looks at the ground, bet none knows, next the silence of the blue bells that never rings, lol Yours, Sparrow

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Leicestershire, Ex Moonraker, GBR

Favorite Poets: All those I meet or read about in my books

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Comments

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raj

11 years 1 month ago

Being in the tropics, I haven't experienced the moods you have captured of the transition from winter to spring, therefore, it was good to experience it through your words and reflective mind..

Regards,

Ian.T

Ian.T

11 years 1 month ago

The flowers are coming out now as the season changes, I hope this was good enough though some of the great poets would have faired much better.
Thanks for your visit, Yours Ian.T

R

I see that your poem is in draft stage. I am sure while the flowers begin to bloom, so will be this poem too. I haven't read much of acclaimed poets, but for me folks like you here are benchmarks to continually learn and improvise on my efforts.

Regards,

Ian.T

Ian.T

11 years 1 month ago

Thank you for your comment it was so well received, just watch the workshops and learn there and read some of the old poets.
Wordsworth and his Daffodils would be good to read, they are all on the net, later some of us may be read but no one has the time now to pick up a book.
Take care and thanks again, Yours Ian.T
PS:- By the way most of the ones I stream on Neopoet are written at the time so they are straight from the pen.
I am blessed that I can write anytime anywhere, Yours Ian