Written a few years ago when April at the South Jersey Shore was welcomed by snow.
overnight,
on the cool breath
blown
this way
from the tall timber
up north,
across vast
lakes
winding through
valleys,
bouncing off green
mountains,
skirting the poison
of petroleum
flames,
swinging to the sea,
kissing
grassy dunes,
catching
an icy wind stream
descending
in delicate
flakes
of white crystals
swirling
around my head,
stinging
my sunday morning
face,
defining
branches
of empty trees
waiting
to bud
the moment
the snow
melts
and the birds
sing.
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Reviews of "white april"
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2009
the small droplets of verse, so fragile and linked like heartbeating fingers. . .. . gives the splendour of this magic moment all the more appeal. . . . .winter undressed in spring, like a jealous love....saying look--im still here...dont i make yous till quiver and shiver?
elegant and so smooth....
beautifully captured.
do it again.
ness
I like what David (Hightower) says about the images in each stanza being like footprints of the journey.
Everything is observed in detail, but with simplicity.
Well. I am reading you for the first time, Gene. I don't give a hoot about reviews. This is an excellent write. "lumbering" ?? The rhythm perfectly parallels the swirling snow and it's movement. Like a good photograph that freezes a time and place, you have given us a snapshot of Jersey. Enjoyed...
Sounds like Montana this year...yesterday we awoke to snow...again...third time in the last week. Sigh...I am beginning to wonder if Spring will ever really come.
The imagery of your words creates a serenely peaceful setting.
I love the style and how you paint grand pictures with but a few words. You're masterful Gene!
Thanks for your support of my work. Coming from an artist like you, I count it a real honour.
Chanti
And, now we know; April can't be trusted any more than snow!
How beautifully you've brought it to us... as if we, too, were walking with you on your beach. The time, the scene, the words... scrumptious! - Bill
Your usual fine eye and ear for nature's ever-changing pageant, Gene.
I am noticing the big bulb flowers of the magnolia this Spring in crowded Beijing. A touch of beauty, but one feels shy to stop and admire on the busy campus. Tis then we wish for mountain freedom
and an absence of people.
Gene,
Gorgeous control and cadence, each spare three-line stanza a nugget, and the entire work with a deeper and more far-reaching dimension than the sum of the parts...it is a goldmine. And 'When men were all asleep the snow came flying' came to mind wonderfully.
John
as fine a surprise snow event as I have ever had the pleasure of reading about Gene -- interesting how the maidenly color stimulates our thoughts to purity and unequaled cleanliness -- even if this one did leave you, a bit white with fright -- peace and love-- Jon Michael
So glad you reposted this gem. Not just because it's a lovely poem, but it reminded me of what a special place NJ, my home state, truly is. Thanks Gene...
Well executed and so appropriate this morning as it is snowing as I write. When will this winter end so we can begin our summer of discontent.? LOL
Hugs, J'nia
Gorgeous meter, meaning, hungering, spring-time greeting, Gene! Loved how the piece 'took me with it'! Again, reading each first line of each verse creates a poem within a poem, as does each after.
I can relate, Gene. I do love snow but this winter is lingering much longer than usual. You have very effectively recalled and shared the experience. Thank you. Love and peace,
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elegant and so smooth....
beautifully captured.
do it again.
ness
nice...
art Sun...
Everything is observed in detail, but with simplicity.
Axilea
Edwin
stinging
my sunday morning
face,
defining
branches
of empty trees
- David
The imagery of your words creates a serenely peaceful setting.
Cryssa
Thanks for your support of my work. Coming from an artist like you, I count it a real honour.
Chanti
And, now we know; April can't be trusted any more than snow!
How beautifully you've brought it to us... as if we, too, were walking with you on your beach. The time, the scene, the words... scrumptious! - Bill
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I am noticing the big bulb flowers of the magnolia this Spring in crowded Beijing. A touch of beauty, but one feels shy to stop and admire on the busy campus. Tis then we wish for mountain freedom
and an absence of people.
Gorgeous control and cadence, each spare three-line stanza a nugget, and the entire work with a deeper and more far-reaching dimension than the sum of the parts...it is a goldmine. And 'When men were all asleep the snow came flying' came to mind wonderfully.
John
Myrna
Love,
Eileen
Carole~
Hugs, J'nia
In Spirit,
Bear
to bud
the moment
the snow
melts
and the birds
sing.
May they not have to wait much longer!
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
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So beautifully soft, these images you paint on my eyes - thank you, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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