Turning

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HarryHill
HarryHill
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It is that time of the year,
to wax poetic vehicles
as spring nears.

I've always been a lazy waxer,
one coat and a quick buff
is usually sufficient.

Sounds like a blog blurb,
blowing hot air up your ass,
but then spring does bring out
the inevitable wild hare in us.

Even the old rabbits:

Kick their heels in jubilation,
twitch whiskers anticipating
the beginning of the season
where green grass grows long
in such untamed vast profusion.

Give chase under Goddess moon
then couple in frantic pairs,
freshing that brings new issue
and a message in bladed nests
that it ain't so bad to be a hare.

Celebrate the years long turning
with fecund ribald contemplation
and mad musing gemmed melancholy
leaving young to the care of Artemis
and hop away to dine on fresh greens

HarryHill
HarryHill
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HarryHillHarryHillover 10 years agoAuthor
Reading back

I can see a stringent edit while considering the comments. thanks for bringing me back to this one

buttersbuttersover 10 years ago
missed this before, harry

seems to me you could cut this on the image of old rabbits anticipating some spring action :)

tinkered with your end lines to show where i feel it could be trimmed; it's okay if you don't agree with me :D

Turning

byHarryHill©

It is that time of the year,

to wax poetic vehicles

as spring nears.

I've always been a lazy waxer,

one coat and a quick buff

is usually sufficient.

Sounds like a blog blurb,

blowing hot air up your ass,

but then spring does bring out

the inevitable wild hare in us.

Even old rabbits

Kick up their heels in jubilation,

anticipating green grass grown long.

SweetOblivionSweetOblivionabout 11 years ago
It kick started slowly

but finished pleasurably with tasty greens. The final three stanzas make an excellent poem on their own without the prelude. I feel you could sharpen this a little particularly at the front end - but, other than that, a super effort. S.O.

weepingangel88weepingangel88about 11 years ago
Beauty

I find beauty in your words... Thank you for sharing!

HarryHillHarryHillabout 11 years agoAuthor
for A9

Is it Tazz? Kept seeing 'comment removed by Admin. thought it was Lit doing it. Had no idea you could delete comments

..

For Twelve Oh you're saying it's over the top?

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