Dear Forsythia
You butter my bones
Sense me silly with your riot
of lemony limbs
Your canary wings taking flight
that wildness of freedom
What a heavy burden to carry
the sun’s yellow lust
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Wonderful apostrophe full of color
Thank you so much, River.! I’ve been enjoying your work this June.
Concise and full of life! I really love this one
Wonderful entry into a delightful foray into color and lightness/heaviness.
This is gorgeous, Sylvia. Forsythia is one of my early memories from the first house I lived in. Thanks for bringing it abck to me today!
Such a luminous poem. I love the visuals, the alliteration, and the depth of that opening line- “You butter my bones.”
Lovely, and every statement is strong enough to stand as its own poem. But terrific together.
I love, love, love this poem—which lovingly conjures pictures of Forsythia blooming around here !! so wonderful!
You have painted beautiful imagery in this poem.
This is gorgeous! That last line is everything! Fabulous write.
Remarkable turn in the last stanza. Startling. Cool!
Love, love, love this. You certainly catch the spirit of forsythia.
You painted those bright yellow flowers in my mind wonderfully.
Thank you all! The prompt came from a generative workshop a few weeks ago. The original came out as a list of yellow things. The forsythia gave me a new prompting and a direction through.
“butter my bones,” “sense me silly” … I adore this, Sylvia!
Sometimes we can’t get enough yellow. I can taste it. Great sensory images.
Oh !!!! Wonderfilled and LIT !!!!
“Sense me silly with your riot/
of lemony limbs ”
OH ! “sun’s yellow lust”
Seriously !?!?!!!!! Dang!
” sun’s yellow lust “
A beautiful spring tribute!
Simply beautiful!
sensory experience on steroids!
You’re a rockstar, Sylvia! All of your poems delight me. You live and breathe a poetic sensibility. Rock on!
This is stunning!
Love this!