Zoe, hello again!
This is the poem of mine that I read today, if you wanted to have a closer look at it.
Ophelia is a character in Shakespeare's Hamlet who went crazy with grief and sadness when her father died. She would give weeds to people and pretend they were flowers. But in my poem, I have "a laughing Ophelia" who is going crazy with joy! And her flowers are really flowers!
And "Primavera" is both Italian and Spanish for "spring."
I hope you enjoyed today's poetry discussion!
Tommy
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I'm Here!
by Thomas DeFreitas (b. 1969)
I hear the birds
of Lady Primavera,
a noted purveyor of lilacs.
I see daffodils at my laptop,
hyacinths by the recliner,
bumblebees in the coffee-mug,
robins by the iPhone,
sparrows atop the fridge.
Antic, frisky,
April announces,
I'm here! and flings
her hundred thousand flowers,
a laughing Ophelia
whose mind is all light.
Pray you, mark!
this tuft of green
which shines like nature's neon.
And look, this willow
burgeoning aslant
a gaily chattering brook!
All this bright grace
after long months
of cold hope!
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