Saturday, April 23, 2011

When Blooms Explode (My Easter/Spring poem from the devil's POV)

I nominate Kim Nelson at Kim Nelson Writes
Thank you Vinay and Jingle


I hate the season
That grows between
Frozen beards from winter’s treason
And
Summer’s sizzle with heat so mean

I can’t even say its name

I hate the odor
That screams from green
April’s warmth stalls winter’s motor
And
Summer’s drizzle defeats a dream

I can’t even say its name

He rose again
And breathed once more
And freed my slaves
From Hell in scores
Proclaimed my death
And slammed my door

I can’t even say His name

I hate the trouble
When blooms explode
And ice sheets warm to shallow puddles
And
Tadpoles turn to frogs and toads
I can’t even say its name

I hate the season
That lets you know
Jesus lives and is your reason
And
I with demons have got to go

I won’t even note His fame.

But,

He rose again
And breathed once more
And freed my slaves
From Hell in scores
Proclaimed my death
And slammed my door

I now have to say his name

I’ll bow my knee
And must proclaim
He is the Lord
That rose again
And
I am defeated
In the spring
When blooms explode
And He
Is King.

5 comments:

Reflections said...

Beautifully written... not where one would expect, yet powerfully profound.

Jingle Poetry said...

Hello:

You have won The Perfect Poet Award Week 42, Due to your performance in the present or previous Poets Rally!

Please leave a link under the award post after you take it,

This award will Not be given to poets who reject it or previously rejected it.

Happy Writing, Thanks for the support!

Jingle Poetry said...

share your work with poetry potluck today.
have fun!

blessings.

liv2write2day said...

This is just wonderful. You are a remarkable poet and person.

Jingle said...

Thanks for the acceptance and nominations.

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