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The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences
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Romance, Romanticism, Poetry, and Mother's Day
Romance, Romanticism, Poetry, and Mother's Day

Author's Note: I got the ideas for this entry from three challenges presented in "Romance/Love Newsletter (April 1, 2015)" Open in new Window.. These challenges were (1) write a romantic poem using acrostic or quatrain forms, (2) Why does poetry matter to you?, and (3) write a Mother's Day poem.
Romance

Roses, red as the dawn of a cloudy day,
Open their dew glistening petals to
Music rising from the throat of a nightingale.
Alone among the blooms the
Nightingale releases his love upon the wind
Caressing the scarlet petals of roses
Emptying their perfumed passions at first light.

Line Count: 7
Form: First line Acrostic: The first letters of each line spell out a word or message.

Spring Dawn

I walked barefooted
across the cold tile of dawn
and inhaled the musk
of the Vernal Equinox .

As I looked
through an open window
I saw the boughs
of cottonwood trees sway;
I inhaled the scent of lilacs
wafting across
the dew soaked grass of morning.

Line Count: 11
Form: Romanticism is a poem about nature and love with an emphasis on personal experience.

Why does poetry matter to me?

Resurrected memories
copulate with the hopes of tomorrow
birthing metaphor and simile.

It is a matter of survival,
of pushing the boundaries
of stanza and line,
of paragraph and sentence,
of rhythm and rhyme
beyond the limitations of desire.

Line Count: 9
Form: Free verse no specific rhythm or rhyme scheme.

Mother's Day Poem

Mother's Day is a day of prayer,
Of remembering her silver hair,
Of crying because I miss her face,
And the wrinkles I could trace.

Line Count: 4
Form: Quatrain with a rhyme scheme of aabb.
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