Spring, 1935 by Kuzma
Petrov-Vodin
Spring is no time to be prim.
Brimming with life and light,
tightly bound buds mature and swell
spellbindingly fresh and truly
new. And miracles
abound
found in each leaf and blade
made just now for you.
Valencian
fiesta an orange grove by Joaquin
Sorolla y Batisda
This is a combination of prompts, with the first image from Tess at The Mag and the second image and the fom from Joy at IGwRt and it is also linked to NaPoWriMo Day 14. The form is calleds Interlocking Rhyme and is described by Lewis Turco in Book of Forms as:
"Linked rhyme (or chained rhyme) chimes the
laSpst syllable or syllables of a line with the first syllable or syllables of
the next line…"
Not prim and proper? But no be seen or someone may call a copper.
ReplyDeleteI love that it is no time to be prim! ;D
ReplyDeleteFun to read and see the youthful view mature
Gorgeous!
Hey, girl! I was reading and going...this form sounds so familiar, whoa--this is chained rhyme. You really use it the way it's meant to be done, with a graceful echo, but not overdone. Very springy, and I love the Sorolla pic you chose too. Thanks for playing in the spring mud with us toads. ;_)
ReplyDelete:o) Heeheehee right-o Joy! Thanks, I love playing in the mud with the toads!
DeleteLovely =)
DeleteOf course it's no time to be prim, it's time to be joyful and full of light and song as Joaqin Sorolla would have wanted! That man seems to have known how to live, as well as how to paint!
ReplyDeleteK
Yes, I think you can tell it just by looking at his paintings!
DeleteNice one - but here's a tip - your Mag link goes to NaPoRiMo blog! LOL
ReplyDeleteAck! Thank you Trell!
ReplyDeleteThere is something about Springtime that makes my 'prim and proper' fly out the window and upward for just a bit ... it's sooo liberating! Thanks for this admonition to let it all out!
ReplyDeleteMe too Susan - thanks!
DeleteDifficult form beautifully executed ... Happy Spring, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen - happy spring to you too! :o)
DeleteYour words have tied the two images together very well.
ReplyDeleteI like it! But that
ReplyDeletehat doesn't suit her frock.
Mock not his brown cap.
chaps can wear whey they like.
Yikes - I'm interlocking,
blocking the march of civilisation.
Nations rise up. Put FTSE down!
NOW!!!
Hahaha! How very silly
Deletewilly nilly and completely,
sweetly FTSE!
That was refreshing and fun, Mary, - new miracles indeed! I got caught in some confetti blossom today and it felt wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAh, delightful Helena, (we still have snow here, but I'm hopeful). Thank you!
DeleteLovely - just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Buddah!
DeleteA beautiful poem on spring. I never tire from its arrival. Nicely written!
ReplyDeleteThanks WG - me too!
DeleteYes - with the toads! Thank you Loredana.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem for both pics! I"m so impressed how you used the Interlocking Rhyme!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the flow of this poem and wondered why.. and your explanation made me go back and examine it more closely. I think I have written one of these before, but not as well as you. "Spring is no time to be prim" really think that links closely with the Mag's image. :)
ReplyDeleteYour chiming rang my bell! LOL
ReplyDeleteVery Celtic, full of Joy. The grass be with you , i am sitting on the other pole, listinenig for his rattle at my door. Thanks for the comfort !
ReplyDeleteThey don't call it the lusty month of May for nothing...
ReplyDeleteSensually speaking!
ReplyDeletei like the irony in that they are prim
ReplyDeleteEvaporate until you Lenticulate