Spring illuminates
Old bones in memory's cold
Graveyard. The fragrance
Of budding flowers frees up
The senses. Words
Hint at metaphorical
Falcons that soar through
The centre of consciousness.
Thanks Shaun....it's in the form of exact syllabic verse, which means that no words are wasted. I'll soon be starting my online course: Writing Poetry via Oxford University. It should provide me with a much greater understanding of poetic form and structure. Consequently, I'll probably begin to experiment with new styles etc.
I like this for it's so articulate and so neatly written. You never waste words Dominic nothing out of place in any of your poems to tumble down like a top heavy house of cards. A great message and the illumination on old bones is inspired and great to read poetry. A deserved full score and take care my friend and many thanks too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem well worthy of a reread for the season of spring is my favourite and like good poetry by good poets helps to inspire me. Thanks again Dominic and need I say more. Take care.