Best Lifespring Poems
The early Spring rain
pounded the crusty sleepers
from the All Seeing Eye of Dawn.
Like a conductor raising percussion instruments;
the rain song joined the cacophony of wind
and the crackling sound of Spring ice
sprung from it's earthen entrapment
rising mist like toward the heavens.
“You walked many miles,
Climbed this mountain
To confront me,
A dragon with the reputation
Of being fierce!
All to possess a so called
Chalice of Courge.
By doing all that you have done
You proved that you already possess
The courage you seek.”
The dragon smiled once more
As he saw understanding
Washed over Leonid’s face,
But soon followed sadness
And disappointment.
“Do not ever regret this journey.
This journey was not to acquire a chalice,
This journey was to unblock
The spring of courage
That resides in you,”
Said the dragon.
“This spring will never grow dry
Unlike this chalice.
This spring is natural
And there will never be any side effects,
And one day, this spring
Will become a strong river.”
These words made Leonid stand a bit taller.
As it had turned dark,
The dragon allowed Leonid
To stay the night
As the journey down
Would be dangerous in the dark.
The dragon and the young man
Talked most of the night
And it was quite late
When they both fell asleep.
The next day,
After they said their good byes,
And as Leonid was about to leave the cave,
He turned back to the dragon.
“Dragon, even though
I could not drink from the chalice,
May I, at least, see in it?”
Asked Leonid, timidly.
Understanding how curiosity
Can gnaw at a person’s soul,
The dragon tipped the chalice
Low enough for Leonid to see in it.
The Chalice of Courage
Was empty.
“Sometimes, we need something
To aim for,
For us to take the journey
We need to take,
Even if that something
Is nothing at all,”
The dragon said.
Leonid nodded and left the cave.
He made his way down
The mountain safely
And when asked,
He said he had drunk
From the Chalice of Courage.
Leonid had gone on
To becoming a great warrior,
And only to those closest to him,
He would tell the true story
Of The Chalice of Courage.
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From within the frost frozen bare boarded shed
with its loosely hung zee braced door agape,
the spring light peeked.
Warming the woodsheds King pine planks,
toasting the ten penny nails,
popping the planks to a toe-stubbing height.
Door slamming dashes barefoot
through the obstacle course of cord, tinder, rake and hoe,
to the semi attached outhouse.
Drawers half down, butt bitten by March’s wind,
the two holer waits, lye bucket at the base.
Curled, yellow-brown, newspaper pages from 1890,
the shade of Uncle George’s pipe stained teeth, wiggle in the wind;
as do I when an updraft attempts to speed dry my bottom.
I make a half-assed mad dash to the kitchen door.
Half way there I stop awestruck
at the gapping door to the kitchen garden.
Raspberry red, tit tipped rhubarb buds and stalks,
warmed by the sheltered spring sun set my mouth to drool.
So stands, a waylaid girl child in transit.
WHERE HAVE THE BLUEBIRDS GONE?
The Bluebirds never came home to my pine grove that first spring.
Can't say as I blame them.... my family's heirloom recipe wouldn't fill
the regal gravy boat anymore, and fresh lemonade wouldn't delight
the elegant pitcher again; their services for important holidays and
special birthdays were no longer needed, so they departed.
I tried to erect new Bluebird Houses and put out their favorite seed,
but they never came back, even if I pretended nothing had changed.
I remember the day we chose our wedding china, the pattern,
cheerful Bluebirds at play in the warm spring sunshine, was the
happiest pattern we had ever seen. We selected all the important
pieces we would need for every occasion.
Today, spring flowers are in bloom again, and not a single
Bluebird in sight. I wonder if the regal gravy boat is still
the proud captain of the table?......I miss it
My pine grove is barren now, and the few dishes I still have
never leave the storage drawer to play in the sun anymore,
can't say as I blame them....
....can't say
as I blame them
Infant buds on the lilac bushes
seem out of place as
gray clouds swallow
the pale spring sun
cold as the lingering
winter chill
Longing for light and warmth
to burst into joyous huges of lavendar
laughing and dancing
on a warm spring breeze
Have I forgotten how?
Have I forgotten why?
Have I forgotten...me?
Oh! To spread forgotten wings
in glorious flight
sipping the nectars of life!
Having it drip like honey from
an over flowing comb
Leaving a succulent flavor
on the tip of my tongue
a trill of emerald wings down
the soul of my spine
a hint of lilac in
the heart of my poet
To take with me to my sunset,
to warm me in my winter
to remind me, I have LIVED!
Sweet now the songs of day shall come
Like honey melted to be free
Of birds delicious tongue
Sweet now the sunflower's golden eye
Eastward turns to see
What choirs from orion hum
This sweet blend of minstrelsy
It is spring time on the cracking ice
Spring where the mountains weep
For more time to hug the white kiss
Of sleep. Spring dances in the trees
And on the lap of erotic seas
O spring is come
Except where soldiers hearts are numbed
For comrades fallen there.
The unsung heroes cannot hear
The song of children play
Nor see where dawn with shaken hair
Dance from the pole away
Across the ecsatic bar
Of a raucus sea.
Spring walks voluptuos here
Flaunting her breast against a soldier's tear.
On a wonderful spring day like today..
Reminds me of being a child and all play...
Running in the yard wanting the sun to stay out for more..
Now a day in the same not so important anymore..
Riding a bike up and down the same hills...
Now in the morning wondering if I took my pills..
An evening hanging out with friends in the park..
Only now making sure I have my coffee before dark..
Watching late night movies till my eyes start to snooze..
But for tonight just trying to make the evening news..
No alarm clocks and no rushing to make it to work today..
Just fine memories of a child who now writes his thoughts
on this fine spring day
a breeze did blow gently
as it will
and as it blew
one single leaf fell
the trees were green
and full even still
yet one of the first leafs born
from spring has fell
one leaf born in spring
and lived through summer
one small piece of God's
awesome wonder
what was once green
now pale yellow
where as we turn gray
it turned yellow
as hair falls so do the leaves
or vice versa
days pass like years for leaves
from spring to summer
a life time
to fall and eventually crumble
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
and so will end each of us
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