April
(Season of thoughtless Muse)
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April is a season of no season, Joy of life in dull pleasantry, A coition with the spirit of death.... //.... I appreciate your poetic style which involves a great deal of experimentation to enhance the overall impact of your expression. Thanks a lot, Dear Friend.
As another poet once said, April is the cruelest month. However I think I enjoy your image of it as a harbinger of change. Its the season where dead things slowly start to come back to life. Another winner Prabir 10!
Wonderful......... Wonderful poem. Really amazing.Thanks. Anjandev Roy.
" Flowers grow in the valley shower" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
April is a season of death and desolation, Not the pain but meditation Sharp insight with cool objectification about something important for me to read at this time- adding to my position on a recent death of a friend from when I was a child. This shall help me snap out of my pain and shock. Again, thank you Prabir for shedding livable emotions on everything!
A wonderful and perceptive write on life. A poem that deals with the many phases and intricacies of life.
In places that are considered tropical countries, April is just like other months of the year. Yet, in countries that have four seasons, April could be seen as a boundary line as what the Poet stated in this poem. " April is a season of no season."
coition 1n the act of engaging in sexual intercourse lovely choice of words PEE GEE TOO APPROPRIATE
A ''coition'' with the (spirit) of death, The valley inside and the (valley) MOUNTAIN maybe better said and seen outside, BEAUTIFULLY METAPHORICALLY COITION AND EXISTENCE IS MAHA POETIC PE GEEEEEEEEEEE
WE all r in search of fools In most cases CHARITY BEGINS from ones OW HOME UR GR88888 PG
beautifully written- April and it's silent Muse is like a boat to me, Like a ship to Cross the lifting waves Of anamnesis, /// O the April no a month of fool! yes; this is full with rebirth of spirituality; yes; this is full with rebirth of knowing thyself; yes; this is full with rebirth of love yes; this is full with rebirth of sweetest summer yes; this is full with rebirth of beautiful rain drops .......////
Nice poem! Keep on writing.