Story Time Friday: more poems for #NationalPoetryMonth

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fancy lineresizeSpring’s here…at least the calendar says it is. I’ve lived long enough to know that spring isn’t guaranteed until May. We’ve had snow on Mothers’ Day in the past, it’s not uncommon really.

For this week’s National Poetry Month edition of Story Time Friday, I pulled two old poems out of my notebooks, fixed them up, and posted them below. I feel that these two fit the theme of complaining I’ve been seeing online the last few weeks. It’s the complaint that it’s still snowing, and it’s not sunny and summery. Well here’s something to consider: Spring is full of rain. That means mud. Snow…not as much mud. Embrace winter 😉

Hope you enjoy these reworked oldies. I’m not totally sold on the second poem, but it’s an improvement from the original version. If you want to see each poem in it’s original form, click the titles below. You’ll be directed to an original posting from years ago.
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poems by Robert Zimmermann

Fight, Spring

The night falls upon the valley
All of its souls are silently dreaming
Spring seems to be fighting off winter
We’ll know for sure tomorrow
If tomorrow will bring on snow
Or allow the rains to fall?

The Tide of Seasons

He only wanted a bride.
Is it that bad?
He saw her picking flowers.
That’s when her mother got sad.
He brought her down below,
to marry right away
To feast on endless steaks and wines,
but she knew better.
And so she starved,
But she couldn’t resist for long.
She consumed the seeds of that famous fruit.

Now she must live with him:
Half of the year below
and the other half here.

When she’s away the Earth is dead,
then alive with sun and flowers
when she raises her head
through the soil,
then above the ground.
She steals away my joy.

The snow, my favorite toy.
But does she even care?

Does it matter in the end?
She just wants to see her mother.
Can I blame her?
She’s still just a kid.
She will soon learn…

That mothers can be bad,
can turn on you in an instant,
and sever your head.
What then will be of the seasons?
Will they disappear into an endless summer
or will she let them grow cold an endless winter
with no hope, just an age of death?

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For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip on in 😛 ): Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!


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