Raise me with laughter
of April daffodil-bells;
lead me waist-deep in
that perfume
of sunshine-symphonies,
turn me sapling-wild
and kiss me savage
on the opened soil of spring;
where we can billow-swirl
to rise again;
to soar
untamed and willow-eyed,
underneath a helpless sky.
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Oh my gosh – I am not sure if I like this a little extra because Earlier I crafted a daffodil Post – or if I just like this poem all on its own – and with the vibrant yellow
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“Raise me with laughter”
And “kiss me savage “
A terrific twist on ode to Spring. You had me at /turn me sapling-wild/. Your Spring has sensuality–it’s in rut.
This is so luscious and sensual Bjorn!
Billow-swirl!!
I like the joyfulness of this quadrille, Björn, and the ‘perfume of sunshine-symphonies’ is intoxicating! I love the lines:
‘…kiss me savage
on the opened soil of spring’.
I agree with Glenn–this is spring in all it’s glory–wild and untamed.
I always really love daffodils, and daffodil-bells is perfect.
Loved this:
“where we can billow-swirl
to rise again”
bravo
Spring fever. Savage 🙂
Gives a whole new meaning to the word “dirty”, there among the daffodils, and there’s not a thing the sky can do but watch. Sinful and holy at the same time. ❤
You’ve put Dylan Thomas to shame with your compound nouns, Bjorn. This is sensual and lovely.
Beautiful dancing imagery here, I really enjoyed this.
Very lyrical and with a tripping tempo.
A poetic song you can skip to.
Lovely.
Feels like love unbridled, as free as a Spring breeze. Love all the hyphenated wonders!
Something is rising with those Daffodils! Perfect picture and poem!
I hear the sunshine-symphonies of those daffodil-bells!
I so love the spring compound nouns specially: April daffodil-bells and billow-swirl.
Me-thinks you’re still lyric-spelled by Dylan Thomas, all word-spun and spring sprung.
And it’s really good poem, in my opinion.
I really like the word usage in this poem that brings the poem alive. Lovely quadrille.
Well spun verse here Björn, all bloom-full of spring, and petal-pretty April talk – beautiful, like it!
I think spring just got a bit hotter here…lovely quadrille Bjorn.
Well done Bjorn. Your daffodils are lovely!
Wow! Spring is heating up!
Lovely poem, Bjorn! As always 🙂
-Rachel
I like the helpless sky at the end.
Inspirational, Björn! Loved ‘kiss me savage’..
love your use of metaphors and the sensuality of these amazing flowers and spring …
This is like greeting spring with arms wide open.
“turn me sapling-wild
and kiss me savage
on the opened soil of spring;”
Good Lord, man. Stop it! Now you’re just showing off! I really dug this one, Björn.