by Ronald W. Hull
Monday, April 14, 2003
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Snow is fading in the sun,
As new color pushes ground.
I search the Internet all night long,
But no new love have I found.
Bees buzz the fragrant air,
And birds fill it with sound.
Girls leave their midriffs bare,
To make my temples pound.
College students pack in cars,
For the south beaches bound.
While I study in my room,
Thoughts spinning round and round.
There is an emptiness I have found,
Whenever spring comes around.
Unsteady, the newborn leaves the womb,
By summer, I’ll be sound.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
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|Reviewed by Oisín Breen
|Reviewed by A PAX
|remember how bambi, thumper and flower got twitterpated
I guess it cannot be helped!
I like this Ron!
|Reviewed by Buddy Angel
|Nice imagination Ron, very good.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|It's spring, and it's very inspiring. Wonderful write Ron!
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Ron, this is a stunning poem, conveying the spirit of Spring and the emotion of being alone along with hopefulness. Outstanding work in this one.|
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Girls shouldn't tease us men like that?
Well written Ron
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Hopefully, so will we all. Well done, Ron. Wonderful imagery.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|for some reason this reminds me of a circle that is ever spinning...excellent write Ron...|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|I like the feels of this poem. Great write.|