Today's prompt from Robert Lee Brewer for poem-a-day challenge
For today's prompt, take the phrase "Tell (blank),"
replace the blank with a new word or phrase,
make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
In Ontario we are in the see-saw season of
'ah, spring, oh, winter, ah, spring, oh-h...'
Beneath the garden bench crocuses beam with plucky grace...
Futile to try to pry the bud to haste the bloom, or seize
A broom to sweep dustings of snow from hills and streets and lanes
To everything a season; soon the nakedness of trees
Will don fresh fronds of emerald lace and lofty leaf-refrains
Nature is never anxious, never ruffled by protest
It does not miss a beat, no matter how we rue its pace
Ah look, in the crook of the apple tree, a robin's nest
Beneath the garden bench crocuses beam with plucky grace
Foolish to chase the wind or shake an ineffectual fist
At Old Man Winter clinging to what not-a-one can keep
Ah, let him roar and war against the tug of shores, sun-kissed
Soon soft zephyrs will dance across meadows dappled with sheep
Futile to fret. Let hope whet appetites for joys at hand
As the first tell-tale signs of spring intensify until
Nothing can stem the laughing tide of life that sweeps the land
With green grandeur, pink blossom-blush and yellow daffodil
Janet Martin
The first line in the 3rd stanza drew me to Ecclesiastes!
The endeavor...
Eccles.1:14
I learned that this, too, is a pursuit of the wind...
Yet when I considered all the works that my hands had accomplished
and what I had toiled to achieve, I found everything to be futile,
a pursuit of the wind; there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me.
For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
To the man who is pleasing in His sight,
He gives wisdom and knowledge and joy,
but to the sinner He assigns the task of gathering and accumulating
that which he will hand over to one who pleases God.
This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
I saw that all labor and success spring from a man's envy of his neighbor.
This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
There is no limit to all the people who were before them.
Yet the successor will not be celebrated by those who come even later.
This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
Better what the eye can see than the wandering of desire.
This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
The conclusion...
Fear God and keep His commandments,
because this is the whole duty of man.
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