Cycles Again

New buds breaking bring
           The bees to flowers nipple
           Spring feels love's sweet sting

                            Cool winds sweep dead leaves
                            Frolicking to shallow graves
                            Grass caress my feet

           New tornados come
           Galloping through the gray clouds
           Apathy is dead.

                           The sun awakens
                           To drink the dews of dark night
                           Lizards seek fresh shade

           Flies can hear my hand
           Before the thunder breaks grief
           Freedom comes with wings
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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April 23, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Creative perspective in this poem. Nice use of imagery. I like the way you varied the margins for an interesting visual effect. Keep on writing and sharing your talent with us. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Karen
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April 17, 2009 at 11:34 AM
Beautiful...pls enter it in spring's contest.
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April 15, 2009 at 2:54 PM
GREAT,JUST GREAT
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