The Spring`

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just like the idea of renewal and rebirth. This probably my favorite poem.

Submitted: August 26, 2012

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Spring

The day and night are so sincere My mind I must! The world I trust

in the cold and empty autumn tear but the bitter gust of autumn brings

that trickles down my frosted beard a chill to life upon me thrice:

to set my hart aflame.the fall, the fallen, the falling.

My life, my loves, lost and loosing,Oh but what an empty way

like mytears are often choosingto finish what I have to say!

between the flesh so warmly confusingWith words I must today

and the earth upon which to fall. impart upon a better note.

To fall upon the frozen earthSo where's this note that I'm to find

or embrace the flesh and give birth.to leave you with a happy rhyme?

My tears and I what are they worthPerhaps the word alone is time!

when forced to question where to fall?which brings the spring inside.

Fall upon the summer's setI pray the earth!

the world, my tears, frozen yetpray the worth!

must remain and not forget I pray the birth:

the spring within, the spring without, the spring! The spring, the spring, the spring!

David James Dottle

Copyright 1993

Spring

Spring

The day and night are so sincere My mind I must! The world I trust

in the cold and empty autumn tear but the bitter gust of autumn brings

that trickles down my frosted beard a chill to life upon me thrice:

to set my hart aflame.the fall, the fallen, the falling.

My life, my loves, lost and loosing,Oh but what an empty way

like mytears are often choosingto finish what I have to say!

between the flesh so warmly confusingWith words I must today

and the earth upon which to fall. impart upon a better note.

To fall upon the frozen earthSo where's this note that I'm to find

or embrace the flesh and give birth.to leave you with a happy rhyme?

My tears and I what are they worthPerhaps the word alone is time!

when forced to question where to fall?which brings the spring inside.

Fall upon the summer's setI pray the earth!

the world, my tears, frozen yetpray the worth!

must remain and not forget I pray the birth:

the spring within, the spring without, the spring! The spring, the spring, the spring!

David James Dottle

Copyright 1993

Spring

Spring

The day and night are so sincere My mind I must! The world I trust

in the cold and empty autumn tear but the bitter gust of autumn brings

that trickles down my frosted beard a chill to life upon me thrice:

to set my hart aflame.the fall, the fallen, the falling.

My life, my loves, lost and loosing,Oh but what an empty way

like mytears are often choosingto finish what I have to say!

between the flesh so warmly confusingWith words I must today

and the earth upon which to fall. impart upon a better note.

To fall upon the frozen earthSo where's this note that I'm to find

or embrace the flesh and give birth.to leave you with a happy rhyme?

My tears and I what are they worthPerhaps the word alone is time!

when forced to question where to fall?which brings the spring inside.

Fall upon the summer's setI pray the earth!

the world, my tears, frozen yetpray the worth!

must remain and not forget I pray the birth:

the spring within, the spring without, the spring! The spring, the spring, the spring!

David James Dottle

Copyright 1993

Spring

Spring

The day and night are so sincere My mind I must! The world I trust

in the cold and empty autumn tear but the bitter gust of autumn brings

that trickles down my frosted beard a chill to life upon me thrice:

to set my hart aflame.the fall, the fallen, the falling.

My life, my loves, lost and loosing,Oh but what an empty way

like mytears are often choosingto finish what I have to say!

between the flesh so warmly confusingWith words I must today

and the earth upon which to fall. impart upon a better note.

To fall upon the frozen earthSo where's this note that I'm to find

or embrace the flesh and give birth.to leave you with a happy rhyme?

My tears and I what are they worthPerhaps the word alone is time!

when forced to question where to fall?which brings the spring inside.

Fall upon the summer's setI pray the earth!

the world, my tears, frozen yetpray the worth!

must remain and not forget I pray the birth:

the spring within, the spring without, the spring! The spring, the spring, the spring!

David James Dottle

Copyright 1993

Spring

Spring

The day and night are so sincere My mind I must! The world I trust

in the cold and empty autumn tear but the bitter gust of autumn brings

that trickles down my frosted beard a chill to life upon me thrice:

to set my hart aflame.the fall, the fallen, the falling.

My life, my loves, lost and loosing,Oh but what an empty way

like my tears are often choosingto finish what I have to say!

between the flesh so warmly confusingWith words I must today

and the earth upon which to fall. impart upon a better note.

To fall upon the frozen earthSo where's this note that I'm to find

or embrace the flesh and give birth.to leave you with a happy rhyme?

My tears and I what are they worthPerhaps the word alone is time!

when forced to question where to fall?which brings the spring inside.

Fall upon the summer's setI pray the earth!

the world, my tears, frozen yetpray the worth!

must remain and not forget I pray the birth:

the spring within, the spring without, the spring! The spring, the spring, the spring!

David James Dottle

Copyright 1993


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