back to the ranks

[Bar22do]

The trudge
is now the only downside
of a sudden heat urging the town to sprout.

On principle,
I first keep away from nature’s old ballet,
unlike the linens in full allongé outside in the wind.
But I soon lose to the unstoppable pas de bourrée
and whirl (thus looped) with words in the draft,
however, skeptical regarding innovations.

As it is,
season after season,
I have to acquiesce.

[Hawkman]

This is great, Bar - really clever

I love this imigary;

"But I soon lose to the unstoppable pas de bourrée
and whirl (thus looped) with words in the draft,"

I too, have to acquiesce... H

[paradoxical]

This is quite good, very thoughtful.

[hack]

I love this Bar.
You are always worth the wait!
It is beautiful and liquid and dynamic,
very very good...peace...

[Bar22do]

Thanks a lot for your comments - Hawkman, Paradoxical and Hack!

[blank|verse]

There is some wonderful imagery in this Bar, but I'm not quite sure I completely follow it. It seems to have a rather miserabilist tone to it ('Back to the ranks', 'trudg[ing]' along), like you don't want spring to arrive and only finally, reluctantly accept it. Well, boo to you! I want daffodils and cuckoos!!

I didn't understand this line...

however, skeptical regarding innovations.

I have to say though that your brilliantly descriptive second stanza rather betrays the reluctant tone and I think reveals you do actually love spring. Hoorah!

[Bar22do]

There is some wonderful imagery in this Bar, but I'm not quite sure I completely follow it. It seems to have a rather miserabilist tone to it ('Back to the ranks', 'trudg' along), like you don't want spring to arrive and only finally, reluctantly accept it. Well, boo to you! I want daffodils and cuckoos!!

I didn't understand this line...


I have to say though that your brilliantly descriptive second stanza rather betrays the reluctant tone and I think reveals you do actually love spring. Hoorah!

This poem wants to express my frustration (and a moody moment) that nothing really moves forward while times always engage in change-pretense (I actually stressed [I]season after season, not spring even though I started with spring, season oblige), hence my reluctance to join, though of course I can but join that unproductive cosmic flock's movement (ok with beautiful spring daffodils, and white snow in the winter, and red golden leaves in the fall and summer's basking sun...), which irritates me to the point of investing energy in a second stanza like the one you've just read... :) well, I know, Ecclesiastes said it before me, there is nothing new, all is vanity... etc...
Anyway, I apparently failed to be clear here... I may re-work this then. But I'm glad you like my stanza. Thanks for your thoughts.

And - enjoy the spring!

[Buh4Bee]

enjoyed this one.