Rituals of Spring

Originally posted by kevcvs57
Mine is individual to me cos I like hot oats in the winter n cold ones the rest of the year.

Yes cold lager weather is nice, but 'Blobs'? Are they like chasers?

"Today"

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

(Billy Collins, Former USA Poet Laureate)

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]"Today"

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed s ...[text shortened]... d white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

(Billy Collins, Former USA Poet Laureate)[/b]

Originally posted by johnnylongwoody
Just goes to show you that certain people,
especially after they have an honour conferred
upon them, don't have to try anymore.


No rhyming. Lazy.

Originally posted by Sicilian Sausage
I notice that he is a former poet laureate. My guess is that he had his honours stripped from him, due to none rhymingness. 😛

"Introduction To Poetry"

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

(Billy Collins)