The Solar Jazz Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

The Solar Jazz



The fervent glorious sun
has granted us the warmth,
Long-waited, so longed,
of which we've cherished hopes!
And we've stepped out of lanes
of dreary sulks and mopes
To bake our sullen limbs
in sun's relentless oven!

Look at yon filtered clouds,
the fleecy things across
the diaphanous skies.
The April sun is large
in its increasing size,
and shedding on the town
the calorific mounds.

There's hardly a burgeoning leaf
on trees of latish spring,
Just dirty sprigs of grass
on hardly moistened soil.
So many harbinger birds
sing chorused turmoil! -
Oh, syncopated beat
of th'April solar jazz!

The Solar Jazz
Monday, April 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spring,sun
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
April sun just entered on our parts and is hitting us with radiation, and we are a bit abashed being basked by the onset.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Henry Tong 23 April 2018

You present here a vivid picture of the nature in April, Oleg! I like your shift of viewpoint very much- you start with a general description of sunbeam, and transits smoothly to how it radiates the earth, the street, the tree, the mound. Then, you hold back a bit to the sun itself (contour, energy...) before sewing another dreary, forbearing image of the earth. I think I can learn many things from your poems! Thank you!

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