I turn on the radio and a sappy song comes out, reminding us of the old sayings about the time of year being the time of love. I hum along, but I’m not convinced. I think of you and the emotion gushes out. No, it isn’t the new green leaves that do it, it is that special smile.
The voice purrs the song
The season of renewal
Our thoughts turn to love
My heart leaps, croons not for May
The well overflows for you
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Yeah, it’s corny: I croon a tune about the moon in June and I’ll see you soon and wearing maroon and all of that sappy stuff that makes me sound like a loon (or perhaps the back end of a baboon….), but this is what came out when I went to write the haibun/tanka, so live with it ;)
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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Spring” and “Sing” This week I decided to do a haibun with a tanka.
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So sultry! A very cool way to envision spring, Trent!
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Thanks!
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Trent, I’ve always told you that you write lovely love poetry. Don’t fight it! This is a heartwarming piece. <3
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Thanks, Colleen :) With this one, the “fight” was half the fun ;) Well, maybe not half, but still fun.
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Very enjoyable. <3
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Ha, ha! I love it, Trent! We are all corny at times and I live for those corny moments. Great Haibun/Tanka––so sweet and that funny, rhyming thing at the end is hilarious. <3 xo
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Thanks, Vashti! For that little final tag, I think I pushed the “moon in June” thing a little past the breaking point ;)
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That splash of colour looks beautiful amongst the brown.
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Thanks, Colline. Unfortunately, it isn’t this year, but it is the very first sign of spring when it does arrive…
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Haha corny or not I think it’s lovely.
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Thanks.
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The first touch of springtime. Finally.
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Last weekend on the Cape was Spring, then I returned to winter in NH…. Today should be spring again (50s).
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I really liked both Trent 💜💜
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Both? The poem and my making fun of it being a sappy poem? ;) Thanks Willow!
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Yes indeed 💜
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This is a very good poem, Trent.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Loved the poem and the afterthought, both cleverly done.
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Thanks, Violet.
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Aww, adorable. For the record, I think summer is the most romantic time of year. When else can you go for a walk together in the rain and not get chilled?
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Good point, but in reality I like autumn best for everything, including romance. The crisp cool nights to get the blood flowing (and needing to be closer for warmth), the bright colors, not hot, humid or sticky. Just perfect.
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Aww. So mushy, Trent, but how lovely and sweet. Spring does it to us. :-)
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Spring does do it to us. Truthfully, though, this is another one of my “love poems to nobody” ;)
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:-D
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