Friday, March 21, 2008

Daffodils on a City Street

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The city streets run slick with rain
this early spring; the rows of high rise tunnel wind
that rushes tattered trash along the lane.

Each tower's bones with gray glass skinned
a great dull sheen that looms above our heads;
from mud to cloud the city vista's trimmed.

Not all is gray. There is reserved a bed
beneath the grimy, shrinking snow banks where
some tender hand has planned a blooming spread.

Now March has brought this jagged air;
one day is frigid, damp and wild,
the next is temperate, smooth and fair.

Shy shoots are witnessed by a child
then buds begin to swell in gold and green -
harried passers-by toss glances mild.

Cold rain still falls, umbrellas lean
into the wind; we dare not raise our eyes
above the splash of traffic sharp and mean.

Except in shock to marvel at this prize;
a golden host of sunny daffodils
wandering lonely as a cloud that lies
in deepest canyons of the city's hills.
...........-Andromeda Jazmon

Miss Rumphius has challenged us to write a poem in terza rima this week. She quotes,
"Handbook of Poetic Forms defines terza rima in this fashion.
Terza rima is a tumbling, interlocking rhyme scheme that was invented by the thirteenth-century Italian poet Dante for the creation of his long poem, The Divine Comedy.

Terza rima (an Italian phrase meaning "third rhyme") consists of a series of three-line stanzas (tercets) with the rhyme scheme aba bcb cdc ded and so on. It can go on as long as the poet wishes. At the end of the poem an extra line is often added to complete the structure: yzy z.

I've written about the daffodils growing along city streets with a nod to Wordsworth. It really is spring and around my neck of the woods and it's starting to look like it!

Friday Poetry is over at Wild Rose Reader this week. Enjoy!

10 comments:

Gawdess said...

Yay!
I love this!!!

TadMack said...

Hey, well done! I'm jealous! Mine's not ...coming out in prime time, I'm afraid!

jama said...

Beautifully written! My daffodils salute you :).

Mary Lee said...

You captured spring's temperament so perfectly!

Our daffodils are still just a hint of warmer days to come, so it was great to be greeted by the bold trumpeter in your picture!

Sara said...

I can see the influence of your photographer's eye in this lovely terza rima. My favorite bit? This fabulous "shot" of the city:

Each tower's bones with gray glass skinned
a great dull sheen that looms above our heads;
from mud to cloud the city vista's trimmed.

laurasalas said...

What a fabulous collection of images: Here's my absolutely favorite part.

Cold rain still falls, umbrellas lean
into the wind; we dare not raise our eyes
above the splash of traffic sharp and mean.

Well done!

writer2b said...

My favorite part:
"Not all is gray. There is reserved a bed
beneath the grimy, shrinking snow banks where
some tender hand has planned a blooming spread."

Lovely, all through.

a. fortis said...

Gorgeous! I love daffodils--great photo, too.

concretegodmother said...

gorgeous daffodils! and hurrah for nods to wordsworth! happy easter!

MarianneNielsen said...

What a lovely picture of spring in all its elements.