I wanted to write something about spring for my friend Kate, so this poem is dedicated to her as gratitude for gifting me some of her precious time. Thanks so much, Kate. You are a phenomenal human, indeedy.
"Happy Spring Down Yonder" the freckled Cow gave a whole pail of milk to anyone who came to sing songs to her the louder they sang the more milk she'd squirt she just did not care how awful the sound or how dandruff-ed their scalp as long as they sang with unfeigned delight: a heart song likewise, in nature, Spring does not happen because Sun rises high it happens because it is sung to by the laughing kookaburras, the loudmouthed cockatoos, the warbling magpies, and nightingales too by buzzing/hissing sounds come from colonies of spirited bees that songs sing in a heartbeat Spring gives not a hoot how awful the sound or the count of hay dust as long as it's loud and heartfelt this brings me to Moon when it is not full scrawny, her cheeks in shadows she looks to the stars to sing cosmic songs and slowly, she fattens with stardust Moon does not care how angelic or awful as long as the notes bloat her moonbeams so Cow moos at you Spring bursts forth with color Moon sends down a mirror to help you to see your choler she adds magic to senses a bright torch for your soul 'till bubbles fill your head that you turn to look up awe, her power entices-- a reminder of you through the mirror being sung to. *** © 2021 selmamartin.com
The first draft of this poem first appeared in April for Day 17 of the 2021 National
Poetry Writing Month. This version has been polished for my friend, Kate. I hope
that she and all who read it delight in the silliness of the poem. Happy Spring, Kate.
Mention of the moon is meant to remind you all of the full moon, and the ‘almost’ total lunar eclipse of the Micro Beaver Full Moon this week. Watch it LIVE! ( On Nov 18-19, 2021).
Photo: Image by Vicki Hamilton from Pixabay
bird choir: Image by Cock-Robin from Pixabay
Happy November, everyone. I wish you miracles.
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Nothing like being happily silly! Thanks for the smiles, Selma. Miracles to you!
pax,
dora
You made me smile, too Dora. For being happily silly with me. Thanks so much. I bless you, my friend.
Blessings to you, Selma. 🙂
I liked silliness… thanks, Selma! 🌺 and Happy November for you too
Lovely. Now I wish to sing to spring and the moon too. Maybe it will drop down cookies.
Wow! Thank you so much <3 !
I am really touched Selma, it's wonderful! I love all the references to our spring sounds – cockatoos, kookaburras…
Thank you! (hugs)
It was written FOR you. I thought it apt to add your birds to make it relevant. I’m so pleased you were touched.
🎵it’s only words—
words are all I got 🎶
Be well, Kate. You rock! 👏 ❤️ 👏
Such a beautiful tribute to a worthy writer 😊
I’m glad you think so. Xo
This is a gorgeous poem! I love the stanzas about the moon especially. Wonderful, Selma. A lovely gift for Kate 🙂
So glad you enjoyed it, Sunra. xoxo
This is fun! I really like it
Aww, JWP. So glad you read. 👏
Oh my, seems that I got my alphabet mixed up. JYP, thanks for reading.