Double Rondelet Triolet For Spring Poem by Marieta Maglas

With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red wants green's vibration so much,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
The sky vibrates like a string bass,
With a deep touch.

The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red flowers bloom in the Spring.
I can see nature's purest swing.
The wind searches his bongo drums,
The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.

I see His love
Like a white lily among thorns.
I see His love
Like in clefts of the rock, a dove.
When a flower its grass adorns
And her dead Winter, Spring mourns,
I see His love.

Shadows are inlaid in color
When the poppy awakes the grass.
When the land is multicolor,
Shadows are inlaid in color.
When the cuckoo is a caller,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
Shadows are inlaid in color
When the poppy awakes the grass.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

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Double Rondelet Triolet for Spring

With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red craves green's vibration so much
And the sun heats the skywatch glass.
The sky sounds like an old string bass
At the light touch.

The young flowers bloom in the spring
And when the time for green grass comes,
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red poppies bloom in the spring.
I can see nature's purest swing.
The wind searches for bongo drums
And glowing flowers during spring
As the season of green grass comes.

I see His love,
A rose blooming amongst the thorns.
I see His love,
In the clefts of the rock, a dove.
When the snowdrop the snow adorns
And for her winter, the spring mourns,
I see His love.

Shadows are inlaid with color
When the poppy awakes the grass.
When the land is multicolor~
Pastel shades, inlaid with color,
The grey cuckoo is a caller.
The sun heats up the skywatch glass.
Pastels are inlaid with color
When the poppy rouses the grass.

Poem by Marieta Maglas