It’s already Day Thirteen at NaPoWriMo. The optional prompt is here.
Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.
I could’ve gone on and on with this prompt. There are so many promising things in nature and in life. I’m talking about LIfe & Luck here. More than luck, I think it’s the belief that a new sun will rise that keeps us all going. Hope you enjoy this.
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Our springs aren’t over, darling
Bloom is on its way
We’ll wake up to the mellow sun
to warm our hands, some day
I’ll open the windows, dear
A little light will dance on the sill
The lilting song of rain
will carry us up the hill
The sails of our ships will unfurl
yet again
and take us beyond strange lands
Etching our precious memories
on their golden sands
Peals and peals of laughter will echo
around the house
Adding a dash of extra to our ordinary
sounds
We’ll push up through the murky waters
Like pond lotuses floating about
And open our petals one by one
to a morning of delight
For now, darling, let us enjoy
the gentle falling of ruthless snow
Allow a twinge of colder joys to silently
grow
For I promise they will turn into
stories from long ago
Because
Our springs aren’t over darling
Bloom is on its way
We’ll wake up to the mellow sun
to warm our hands, some day.
I am happy to share the blog of friend and poet Arti Jain, who was the featured poet at NaPoWriMo for her poems on jewellery. Please visit My Ordinary Moments for some beautiful poetry. Congratulations to Arti!
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Oh, such an uplifting read. Sunny days are here and this poem just made me happier about it 🙂
Today after about 15 days of official announcement of Spring which happens to be on March21st, we had a fine Spring weather! Till then the Siberian cold wave had overshadowed it. It made the wait for the balmy Sun appear like eternity and nerve wrecking. It was the hope that prevailed in my heart that no winter lasts long and no spring skips its turn.
I could relate to every punctuation mark, every word in your poem Sonia. “Happy days are here again” finally for us!
What a wonderful reminder that tomorrow is another day for us to try again.
Thank you Suchita💐
Oh beautiful beautiful poem! I could almost hear it as a ballad of hope!
Thanks Harshita. Glad you enjoyed it.
What a wonderful poem to read first thing in morning Sonia.
Loved the following lines
Our springs aren’t over darling
Bloom is on its way
We’ll wake up to the mellow sun
to warm our hands, some day.
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So happy to hear that!
Musical and filled with hope–like spring!💜🍃
Thank you Romana. Coming from you it means a lot. I’ve been reading more poems by you and I will take a while to get the right words to comment.
Thank you for reading my work, Sonia–I’m very grateful!💜🙏🍃
Lovely. Your lines carry the reader along an enchanted route to an eternal spring.
Thank you sir💐
I am reading this post, early in the morning and such a beautiful and positive poem to begin my day. Thank you for spreading so much positivity and hope through this poem. It indeed made my day.
I’m so glad to know that. Thank you for stopping by Balaka.
I love this! The use of direct address is very effective in evoking an emotional response.
Thank you Liz 💐
You’re welcome, Sonia.
Love the lilting tone of your verse, Sonia and the repetition at the end. Hope always keeps us going.
Yes it does. Thank you Punam.
Loved your poem Sonia. In fact, I think it’ll work well as a song–could hear a guitar strumming to the mellow tune of your sunny song.
I could see it working as a song as well.
I’m trying to sing it away in my mind. Already imagined a countryside band playing along.