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Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher Female, 51, United States (5/5/2006 8:02:00 PM)

Ode to Spring

Oh Spring, you bring the birds and bees,
again the trees are full of green!
I sing at last of sweeter scenes-
bright daffodils and sunny skies,
the fluffy clouds that float on high.
At last, at last, I skip and play,
I sing the dreary grey away
that circled me all winter long.
You bring to me the season's song,
a symphony and choral throng,
with kaleidoscopes' shined wondrous hues
in yellows, purples, pinks, and blues.
Grand visions bring me to my knees,
a tulip's grace, the dogwood trees-
fresh flowers scent the gentle breeze
that greets my window these spring nights
to burst forth dreams crayola bright.

With pen, I'm hearing nature sing,
while writing this, my ode to Spring.

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  • Rookie - 74 Points Ernestine Northover (5/7/2006 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

    This is a very nicely put together poem Sherry. I felt perhaps the first five lines didn't rhyme too well, bees with trees, but trees are not at the end of the line, scenes. green. (scene. green) Skies. High. Then it takes off with great rhyming. This is not a criticism as the poem is good, but it would flow better at the start perhaps if it rhymed a bit more. This is just my opinion and you don't have to take any notice of it if you don't wish to. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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