<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the worthy, earthy and free versey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of what would Spring be<br>Of what pleasures to see<br>Were it not for the words<br>Of a poetic potpourri</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bouquet composed Of fresh <br>and e'er changing compositions<br>Of prose composed of flesh, <br>The heart, and earthy renditions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the blossoms of Raskin<br>Whom to me is a rose<br>In the pleasure in the reading<br>As is the scent to the nose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the petals Of JewelPhoenix<br>Which she scatters about<br>Wonders of her writing<br>Would be hard to be without</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's Iroconnell, s earthy scent<br>Of musk and of nectar<br>That's prosed forth and then spent<br>To delight those around her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring brings also weeds<br>Like myself and many others<br>Like thorny Raggindragon, Daddyotom<br>And many other of my brothers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But today this poem of Spring <br>Is given to poetesses<br>Who escape from the trite, <br>Mundane everyday excesses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deign to be different<br>Who, like seedy, Mother Nature<br>Cast their blossoming thoughts<br> To the winds of poetic nomenclature</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all write poetry and<br>By and large we all do it well<br>But just a few…a favored few <br>Can gift us the taste, the feel, and the smell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of not just free verse, nor even of rhyme<br>Nor so flowery, or convoluted, as often are mine<br>Just Simple, pure… unadorned…<br>sweet, honest and sublime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And always poetic, as is Mother Nature <br>(at least most of the time!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366433" data-title="Ode to the worthy, earthy and free versey de David Whalen" data-description="Of what would Spring be Of what pleasures to see Were it not for the words Of a poetic potpourri A bouquet composed Of fresh and e'er changing compositions Of prose composed of flesh, The heart, and earthy renditions It's the blossoms of Raski..."></div> </div> </div>

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