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He picked grape hyacinth

and brought it to me,

asking what it was.

 

He asks what bird

makes that peculiar call.

Woodpeckers fascinate him.

At the age of three

all the world is wonder….

 

While I caution him

not to eat the tiny hyacinth,

I’m thinking that purple pyramid

looks good enough to eat.

 

The problem with adults

is that they have shed

the cloak of wonder

that breathes at their feet—

their heads are too high

from verdant earth.


Early to rise

in greeny surprise

 

Bright aconite

at early dawn light

 

Glimpse of robin wing

surging hope of spring

 

Grass going green

in gold-brown dream

 

Banish all mortal fear

with springy time near

 

Insects appear

fly in your ear

 

Daffodils near bloom

to banish gloom

 

Woodshed door

needed no more

 

Geese honking loud

low wet blue cloud

 

Pleasant to tread

soft squishy mud

 

Ready the plough

as kittens meow


Clustered daffodils swaying on green hill

evoke fervent desire in my will

to embrace vivid dreams of Spring—

accomplish this or that ambitious thing!

Shrugging off winter’s icy stagnation,

burdened with vacant imagination,

I grow more relaxed with lengthening day

as I glimpse the glory of mild May.

 

I say this to all my friends at table:

daffodils frolicking in gentle breeze

present an emblem of honest friendship,

an inspiring ideal for those able

to see God in nature and men’s eyes,

as much as He appears in breast or lip.


Just a note

to remind everyone

that you may

be reborn

if you visit

a waterfall

in springtime:

 

breathe in

ionized air

as your eye

roves over

water rushing

to a horizon

you have yet

to enter.


Palms lay strewn before me.

I knew that was a vanity

I would someday pay

for, yet I did not see

that it would eventually be

such an immense agony.

 

The roar of the raucous crowd

meant nothing to me

as long as friends stood by me.

Shouts of “Hosanna” rang loud,

so I knew Herod heard me.

 

What I did not foresee

was that Pontius Pilate

would take such an interest in me;

he was jealous, full of hate.

In the end Herod held my fate,

while my friends abandoned me.

 

I had worked such wonders,

I thought my friends would stand by me.

Yet the might of the Roman army

can pierce the lungs of the Father’s defenders


by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Mon Apr 23rd, 2018

He picked grape hyacinth

and brought it to me,

asking what it was.

 

He asks what bird

makes that peculiar call.

Woodpeckers fascinate him.

At the age of three...

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Tue Apr 17th, 2018

Early to rise

in greeny surprise

 

Bright aconite

at early dawn light

 

Glimpse of robin wing

surging hope of spring

 

Grass going green

in gold-brown dream

 ...

for Clifford Lefebvre
by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Tue Apr 10th, 2018

Clustered daffodils swaying on green hill

evoke fervent desire in my will

to embrace vivid dreams of Spring—

accomplish this or that ambitious thing!

Shrugging off winter’s icy stagnation,

burdened...

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Sun Apr 1st, 2018

Just a note

to remind everyone

that you may

be reborn

if you visit

a waterfall

in springtime:

 

breathe in

ionized air

as your eye

roves over

water rushing...

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Mon Mar 26th, 2018

Palms lay strewn before me.

I knew that was a vanity

I would someday pay

for, yet I did not see

that it would eventually be

such an immense agony....

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Mon Mar 19th, 2018

Bold snowman stands

with anthracite button,

scarf, hat, and carrot nose

 

with stern, wan smile

as he sinks to ground

like parboiled politicians

of immemorial past.

 

As snow...

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Mon Mar 12th, 2018

Blizzard-bound in white:

there’s ecstasy in wind-force,

sudden melting mote in eye,

nose pinched red by cold,

 

mourning dove fluttering,

snow-laden fir branches

slowly swaying in swollen gust,

wind-whirling...

by Kevin T. McEneaney in Poetry
Wed Mar 7th, 2018

Oh, those old mysteries of lost childhood:

icebox, ice pic with shards glinting in sun,

gray cloudy days with rain dripping from eaves,

the blossoms of an apple tree in...

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