April Green

April Green short poem

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I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green
drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there
drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too
I learned flowers’ shapes by heart
and the mandolin songs seemed to capture butterflies
among their strings in the evening

happiness came to me each day at some time sharp
like a postman on a damper-less bike
jolting while I waited to catch my packet

grandma smothered vanilla caramel pudding
up on the hills plum blossoms weaved a loose delicate lace
knitted daisies and pansies grew on the brim of my hat
and only when I heard the train’s whistle I knew that my game was over

I simply followed the last thread of sunlight until dark
when all my dreams were soft
and I did not care if the moon dropped its silver
on my strawberry patterned night gown

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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Chris Baldwin
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Beautiful images and feelings in your poem, Cristina-monica. I loved it.

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