Sunday, August 22, 2021

April's Love



April's Love 
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It was the best of months, the worst of  months
married young, so good it's hard to describe
tender and sweet, closely entwined, young love

Young marriages may not last, seasons change
bitterness and sorrow, brokenhearted 
storms throw down their nests, the flowers die


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Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2014
Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Again I am posting this little poem, in honor of the birds in the picture nesting.  
A house guest dropped one bird on the table, the little bird broke.  Too.many small pieces to glue back together, they were a wedding present 48 years ago.
Posting with the Writer's Pantry #84, Magaly has charge this week, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-84-lets-read-up-storm.html

Today I am  linked to the Real Toads, Words Count with Momma Zen
 (My word count is forty-six)
"In his masterpiece The Waste Land, poet T.S. Eliot 
describes April as the cruelest month," Mom Zee asked,
"Give me the best and worst of April, then render a verdict . . . in 66 words or less."

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19 Comments:

At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 11:01:00 AM, Blogger Maude Lynn said...

Great contrast, Jim!

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 11:15:00 AM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh yes, the best and worst of April........

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 11:22:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the contrast you've shared here.

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 1:07:00 PM, Blogger Sumana Roy said...


yes like the month...poignant..

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 6:37:00 PM, Blogger Susan said...

Almost glib in truisms, dear sad April. I guess they should have tried marriage in June.

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 7:36:00 PM, Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

This makes me think of the robins nest so carefully tended beside our front porch last year. How the robins fussed and labored over it and finally....two blue eggs were nestled inside. Then, somehow they both ended up broken on the ground.

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 9:48:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Be it bird or human young love has a tough road....I love the contrast also!!

 
At Wednesday, April 09, 2014 9:56:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

Awesome comment from Yvonne - it follows up your poem perfectly - entwined to bitterness.

 
At Sunday, April 13, 2014 7:57:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

"The flowers died" is a very sad conclusion, Dr Jim :)

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 1:05:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sweet birds and sweet, albeit sad poem. Please tell me the broken bird was able to be mended!

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 1:58:00 AM, Blogger Vandana Sharma said...

I hope they are back together again and flourish.

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 5:10:00 AM, Blogger Khaya Ronkainen said...

Beautiful but sad poem. Nature can be cruel, too.

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 8:09:00 AM, Blogger dsnake1 said...

a bittersweet poem. the contrasts of the 2 stanzas are well brought out.
please try to repair that little bird.

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 9:40:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

April is so complete. A little bitter and a little sweet.
Good Sunday

Much❤love

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 10:53:00 AM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

Those dead flowers at the end are so very sad...

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 12:46:00 PM, Blogger indybev said...

First stanza so beautiful and hopeful, the second so sad. Too often true.

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 4:20:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

Mama Zen had great prompts and this one is an amazing contrast ... it's real life! Glad to be back here writing and reading. :)

 
At Sunday, August 22, 2021 9:39:00 PM, Blogger phillip woodruff (jalopy dreams) said...

jim, your poem is both wise and beautiful, and where were twenty years ago when i needed to hear this? =) well written my friend

 
At Monday, August 23, 2021 12:07:00 PM, Blogger  said...

I loved the turn at the end.

 

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