National Poetry Month

,How seasons and weather change
the way I shiver pleasantly from their 
anonymous ways---
daring in the heated blisters of
summer's flesh, then
 mysterious through winter's ghost...

There's no way to measure each
and every cycle's radiance--- I don't know
why they are equal in lush revelries,
untamed yet graceful  
along pendulums of time.

Still, I thrive, fumble, and journey once
again to relish the ambrosial interludes
within their galaxy ...without counting
the viscous sunsets  of fall
or spring time carousels:

I gaze experientially 
 at life's moments kinetic as brushed winds --
tuck them as magical spells and then
begin yet another awakening 

before plucked  midnight shuts down...

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Duke Beaufort

April 21, 2025 at 12:37 PM

Nette, how delightful you make life sound! This reveals how you love life and being a poet. You have a certain way of making things seem exceedingly pleasant and that's a great talent! Smiles!

Valsa George

April 15, 2025 at 12:17 AM

Dear Nette, your poem enfolds some outstanding images and phrases like "darning in the heated blisters of summer's flesh", "lush revelries, untamed yet graceful", "pendulums of time"... these are so catchy. Seasons definitely leave an impact on us and you have powerfully expounded it.

Silent One

April 13, 2025 at 1:10 PM

Your poem is absolutely beautiful—gentle, thoughtful, and deeply resonant. You've captured the ephemeral nature of seasons and the quiet ways they shape us, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually. Lines like "I thrive, fumble, and journey once again to relish the ambrosial interludes" are just stunning—there’s such a lovely balance of vulnerability and wonder throughout.