April Poem by Daniel Brick

April

Rating: 5.0


No surge of Spring
has loosened Winter's grip
on April. The cold air
mocks this month which should
host the beginning of Summer's
lease. Instead cold rain falls
and confines us indoor and
confounds our dream of Summer.own
What dream-action must we complete
to release Summer from Winter's
bloated grip? Is it a common magic,
lawful as eating, we must summon,
or must we sue dark powers for more help?
There may be a vibrant reality
beneath us, with its own resources,
its own promises, its silence and deep
wells of reflection. When will this inner
reality burst into our surface lives?

Friday, July 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,family
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Soran M. H 03 July 2020

Oh how beautiful, eloquent and creative when the seasons are mixed with our inner impressions, and a masterful piece of poetry consists of them. These are rare works by an excellent poet and not everyone knowing him. 100000+and onto my fav list

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Rini Shibu 03 July 2020

nice to read your poems Daniel, when will this inner reality burst into our surface lives.

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Glen Kappy 17 July 2020

yes, daniel, if we could only summon what we want from nature (the way jesus calmed the storm?) . the last part of this one reminds me of my poem " the world is also this." -glen

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Bharati Nayak 08 July 2020

There may be a vibrant reality beneath us, with its own resources, its own promises, its silence and deep wells of reflection. When will this inner reality burst into our surface lives? - - - - - - -Yes, we should summon that vibrant reality beneath us to release Summer from Winter's bloated grip.

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Soran M. H 03 July 2020

Reading Daniel's works with big pleasure: you will find different hidden treasure without causing pressure parallel with the logic measure

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Soran M. H 03 July 2020

………… Instead cold rain falls and confines us indoor and confounds our dream of Summer.own What dream-action must we complete to release Summer from Winter's

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Soran M. H 03 July 2020

its own promises, its silence and deep wells of reflection. When will this inner reality burst into our surface lives?

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