I feel the warmth of sun in singing birds
the wind’s a gentle kiss on broken lips
I smell the sea in nature’s lulling words
like pomegranates are rubies, your fingertips,
as soft like velvet touch my winter skin
and I caress your round electric hips
I stand and wonder where the life has been
when winter’s windy daggers carved my flesh
my shield was broken and my armor thin
we’ve been entangled in a deathly mesh
but now in splendor we can raise again
and in a cherried breath we’re born refreshed
and slowly tenderly you soothe my pain
your nectar is the spring’s champagne
Today at dVerse MTB hosted by Brian we go blind. Writing poetry devoid of sight. We use all other senses. I like to do Terza Rima, so this is yet another effort. Pub opens at 3 PM EST.
that was the prettiest of love poems. I could feel the sunshine.
Thank you.. yes we had some nice sunshine here.,
Another poem filled with loving beauty … so right for our bursting spring. 😉
Thank you .. Today was a nice day…
So much warmth and those last two lines are just perfect.
Thank you 🙂 to avoid sight in a poem was a fun challenge
nice…you got it…a lot of touch and tactile…the daggers…the broken lips are even felt…like the allusion to armor as a warrior….like the attching the poms to the smell as well…and def a sweet close….
Winter is when you need to be a warrior…
Your words make me feel Spring is finally here. Although we still have snowy patches in this area, they are relieved by swaths of brown (no green yet), but brown will do). Terza Rima is a good choice for your form–successful poem.
Thank you.. yes terza rima feel less forced than other rime scheme I think,,
nicely said
Thank you Bill 🙂
This terza rima teases like a spring nymph, dancing in the dark, tossing her pungent blossoms, spreading her maiden’s musk high & wide, mingling the birdsong, Sol’s warmth, the wind in the willows, and winter’s howls fading, like a wolf pack heading north; nice one, Bjorn.
AH how nicely expressed — like a poem itself 🙂
feel..smell and touch… nice job in bringing the poem alive through these björn… and oh i can’t wait for her cherried breath…hmmm…. we have a cherry tree field behind the house.. when they’re blossoming, it’s just breath-taking
Oh I would live by a cherry field… I’m afraid we will have snow again this weekend..
I enjoyed reading the arrival of spring in your country, Björn! Indeed warm and sunny days encourage us to believe that we can rise again and leave our broken selves behind.
Soon the ordeal is over.. though there is snow forecasted for the weekend.. though snow and melting snow is spring-like too…
Beautiful. I think that spring’s nectar is by far the best champagne. It is a good feeling to know one is finally becoming untangled from the deathly mesh!
I’ve felt quite tied down lately so I’m waiting and hoping.
How romantic, I specially love the ending couplet ~ Can’t wait for spring’s champagne ~
Ah me neither.. that one I really long for.. today was but a brief sip
What a beautiful, sensual portrait of spring.
I think this is what I want from spring.
That is such a beautiful poem … great ending couplet and ‘we’ve been entangled in a deathly mesh’ is a darkly evocative line
these days the days of contrast are here.. that’s what I wanted to portray
Very much enjoyed your sensory sharing of Spring and your work with form. I think working in form is so good for us, sharpens our experience if anything.
I think that sometimes doing some form helps us … it works for me… and sometimes steers us into unknown territories.. and as I said to Brian, I mixed in a few images from your MTB entry on Synesthesia.. to me they worked together well.
Very beautiful. I love your love-song sonnet. You made me “feel” it, sir.
Thank you Gay.. I felt like writing a love poem today… we had beautiful sunshine..
I love the closing stanza for this… simply beautiful.
Thank you Freya.. yes that Champagne I long for..
Fabulous.
Thank you 🙂
That heady mix of input for all the senses deserves the joyful dignity of a well-formed sonnet.
Ha..yes sometimes the iambs are flowing
Ahh… gorgeous, Bjorn. I especially like the ending.
Love sonnets in general and this one in particular! The Champagne of Spring! I’m quite giddy with this freedom from battle armor and splendid change of clothing. Bravo!
so can relate to this: when winter’s windy daggers carved my flesh
my shield was broken and my armor thin… nice opening to spring’s door
Gentle in the first stanza, vigorous in the second. It all comes into balance at the end.
A beautiful sonnet full of joy and love.
This is so lovely Bjorn you have a magic way with the way you shape your meaning for me. Excellent.
and slowly tenderly you soothe my pain
your nectar is the spring’s champagne
Classic ending Bjorn! It shows the anticipation of spring is now nearer than before. Every one seemed to be happily in the mood of seeing greenery and bright flowers! Great write!
Hank
your nectar is the spring’s champagne – that’s just great, Bjorn , smiles. Enjoyed it.
How beautiful this is, with its sensory delights!. I especially love the rising at the end , as “in a cherried breath we’re born refreshed”. Wonderful, Bjorn!
Ah a lovely sonnet..I did enjoy this ..thank you..
stunning. a nice array of senses…the opening two lines drew me in. this flows beautifully.
very nice. “winter’s windy daggers carved my flesh” that’s my favourite line.
Have to say I love this form,, a great love poem for spring; and the sway of her “electric hips” ..smiles
Oh my. I think I completely missed the meaning of this one, but I liked it. And I need a cold drink now.
This is beautiful, Bjorn. Love the idea of “Spring’s Champagne”
A deft and tender touch here.
A beautiful sonnet that sings of love.
Anna :o]
That was delicious 🙂
I’m speechless…really..this has so much warmth in it… soothing and oozing love in every line… 🙂
I can imagine how difficult it would be to describe Spring and not use sight. You accomplished it beautifully, Bjorn. The painting was also lovely.
So much romance and warmth I this BR Your words spoke volumes and filled the senses.
Bjorn, this is both a breath of (and prayer for!) the coming Spring and a sweet/hot depiction of love, of that thin armor we wear when confronted with something is powerful as true love. Brill. Amy
This just tastes delicious! I like the sound of round electric hips….
OMG this is so beautiful, Bjorn. “cherried breath” Love your writing but this is exquisite.
Just lovely, Bjorn. Am partial to form poetry, and this is absolutely my cup of tea. Beautifully penned!
You’re always so good with form poetry. What a lovely sonnet full of all the sounds and scents of Spring. P.S. enjoyed your interview at P.U. 🙂
Winter skin. You captured in two words the feel only people of northern climes can know – winter skin. This is an amazing piece. Well done my friend, well done!
You give a sense of how ragged one can feel at the end of winter– or even a cold phase in a relationship. K.
Nice one!
very colourful! I admire the way you use poetic forms so effortlessly