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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| I dreamed of Spring sprung so newly, Fresh upon my skin like a cool mist, With a cheeky air and a gentle kiss, Making both me and my hair act unruly. I lifted an umbrella as the rain poured down, Proud of my plastic coat and galoshes, I danced to the rhythm of its splish and sploshes, yet wondering, why I was in my nightgown? That is the nature of dreams, you see - strange details and far out notions affecting the brain like some magic potion - Upon waking, I am not even sure it was me. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)"  Prompt - photo of girl with plastic umbrella in the spring rain |
Spring’s an ardent but inconstant lover, She promises the sunrise each morning. Then with peevish clouds and frowns she covers, Its light and the source of earth’s warming. Spring tends to the flowers with which she woos, Shyly offers a tulip with muddy hands, Teases the bees with their sunny hues, And coaxes the crocus from forgotten lands. Spring makes her promises of loving care, Cries soft tears over her tender blooms. Then suddenly, with a petulant air Lifts her skirts and storms out of the room. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Week 30 - Anticipation of Spring |
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