27TH day of NaPoWriMo. My third year of being a part of poetry month. I love it. I am compelled everyday to sit here and write. I have almost 750 poems written in the last two years. Yippppeee. I wish I had as much discipline for exercise. I would be thin and very poetically clever. LOL.
I’m lovin’ on some Pantoum poetry. I may have to write a chap book full of this style. It’s has magic to it.
For those poets that find their way here. I’d love to share this style together. anyone interested?
I am Spring green rising
Pulled by the sun up from my dirt
Unfurling to the rain and wind
In season I rise to give back again
Pulled by the sun up from my dirt
I face the light with renewal in my heart
In season I rise to give back again
In birth, and life, till death finds me
I face the light with renewal in my heart
Shiver to the fever that calls me to myself
In season I rise to give back again
My bloom finds her perfection
Shiver to the fever that calls me to myself
Unfurling to the rain and the wind
My bloom finds her perfection
I am Spring green rising
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
Beautiful. I’m not into pantoum – but admire those who write these. Enjoyed this one, Jeanne.
Cheers, Eric
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Thanks Eric. I love them. They have a mystery about them as the lines come together in the end. I make no editing. They come and stay as they are.
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