Sovereignty of the Fairest Season: a poem
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a simple poem to springtime
© all rights reserved by Jaye Denman
Her Majesty ascends the throne in joy today
and gazes fondly at her luxuriant domain
Her subjects bow in multi-hued array
in homage to this monarch’s lavish reign
(Forgotten is the Ice Queen, banished now,
from land that was so dreary and so bleak
till came the heralded furry pantomime
concluding at a glance: not six more weeks)
The sunrays from the scepter in her regal hand
shine down below and make the grass sprout green
Her hair has raindrops flowing from each strand
Rain falls to earth and covers it with sheen
Her workers clothed in yellow striped with black
steadfastly tend their tasks within her gardens
in deference to her sovereign springtime almanac
(This fulsome ruler brooks no delay or pardons)
Resurgence is the coinage of her wondrous realm
and of this rule she tolerates no exceptions
Her abundant fertility rites may somewhat overwhelm
yet their renaissance provides well-timed conception
Her minstrels visit in their fine-feathered plumes
and melodiously croon to her songed praises
Glorious blooming handmaids waft heady perfumes
but share them not with simple fields of daisies
Court jesters frolic and bury their surprises
expecting to recover them all next fall
Should they forget, a sapling soon arises
From an acorn the mighty tree springs tall
This scene enacts each year in fecund precision
Spring is the coup d’etat offered to mother earth
In spite of winter’s sluggish indecision
the grandest season assures abundant rebirth
I must confess that this poem contains several suggested words and phrases from my son Russ. Neither he nor I recall which he offered, or which I kept, so I share credit for this poem with him. You will remember, I hope, that I do not claim to be a poet. Although these verses may rhyme, they (mostly) do not scan. Poetry is not my gift, but I do try it occasionally. Fortunately, the mood hasn't struck me often....JayeWisdom
NOTE TO READERS: I will appreciate it very much if you vote and also comment, regardless of whether your comment is positive or negative. If negative, I hope you will give me some constructive criticism that will help me to become a better writer. Thanks!
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Thanks, Keith, for your kind comment re my simple effort. As said before, I don't have the gift for poetry and am a bit embarrassed to show my amateur efforts at rhyme on HP. There are so many really good poets posting here (including you, my friend). Thanks for reading my little poem. JAYE
I voted this up and beautifl , im not a poet either , i think you either know this is really good or you are just being modest , keep writing ! poetry and all! i really enjoyed this piece :) have a great weekend !:)You are an incredible writer !
Thank you so much, jami, for your thoughtful comments. It isn't that I'm modest. I just don't think my strength as a writer is poetry. I haven't written much of it, and what little I've written has usually been from impulse. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
Jaye
Lovely! I haven't written poetry for a very long time...perhaps I will think about it a bit :) Voted up and beautiful!
Thanks, Suzanne...I've written very little poetry, and never attempt free verse at all. Occasionally, however, the urge will strike, and whatever happens, happens....
Jaye
...such lovely heartfelt words and thank your wonderful son from me too for his most valued input.
And with the poetry genre I always say - write from your heart and the mind will always follow and you have certainly succeeded here admirably on both counts - and this piece of writing has left me with such a nice feeling I will go out now and look at the clear sky over my lake and gaze at the stars right now and wish you both well in terms of health and happiness.
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Thank you, epi, for your kind words.
I hope you enjoyed looking out over your lake, as well as the millions of twinkling stars in the firmament. Nature often gives us a beautiful show if we're wise enough to enjoy it.
Jaye
attemptedhumour Level 5 Commenter 14 months ago
Poetry is often prompted by something simple, like the changing of a season. Then it's multifaceted layers prove that it is anything but simple. Lovely!