Springtime Poem by Cigeng Zhang

Springtime



Winter jasmine is pricking the icy air
The freshest talk spreads to my ears
I hear what the flower say -
'Come to me for the bright day!
Put your hand in mine, don't forget"
The gentle words finally blossom in my heart

(Photo: pic.sogou.com)

Springtime
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,spring
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Chinese Lunar New Year Eve is very much in the air. Holiday celebration begins here. My inspiration is from the big festival. Happy Spring Festival!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 13 June 2017

This is a poem which confidently releases magic! The jasmine is unbowed in the icy air. It talks to you (Oh, blessed cross species communication!) It doesn't even bother to ask, Can we be friends? It just stretches out a tendril to take your hand. And the last line is the simplest expression of the magic that is always ready to offer us its beauty: THE GENTLE WORDS FINALLY BLOSSOM IN MY HEART. May it always be so - every spring.

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Ravi A 26 January 2017

Fine verses. Actually, it should be the icy air which is pricking the winter jasmine with its biting cold. You may have intended the same but when put in verses, the idea got just the opposite.

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Cigeng Zhang 08 February 2017

Ravi, thanks for your remark on the verse.I've noticed what you advised. Yes, I intended to express the meaning the new spring flowers will break through the cold air. I need to learn more for improvement.I appreciated your comment.

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