#spring is like

[dg-fragments]

Spring

Flowers are blooming,

For once the hues are dancing,

Birds have begun chirping,

Sounds of joy fill up your ears,

As colors cloud your eyes,

This is what spring is like,

Able to make you smile,

Even in the darkest of moments,

With so many colorful ones of its own.

- DG

[fakesurprise]

Every step a bouncing rushing Faster than a waterfall drowning Random strangers in rapacious hugs

The woman watches every step Each spring is like a boing of joy And friendship grows from it like weeds

“Jay, you don’t need –.” Charlie begins With a pause because jaysome has naught To do with need and everything to do with joy

[mochaout]

season

it’s

like that time

I embraced you after countless hours and days and months of your absence

as familiarity bloomed inside me

it’s

like that time

we walked a path under a low ceiling as the sun took its leave

and a connection sprouted as we became further acquainted

or

it’s

like that time

you held me close and let me know everything would be ok

while the warmth of your arms engulfed me, gently

as if I were a delicate flower that needed care to thrive

every time

it’s the sign that although things pass away a new season brings forth new life.

our season is only beginning.

—MochaOut

[northernwinedregs]

heat that touches windows and retreats // no warmth, no residue // again, this rebeginning // again, this rekindling // and again (again, again) we are outside looking in // pretending. faking. feigning

spring is like a magic trick, revealed and secreted in slight hands (was this your lucky card? ta-dah! I feel totally vacant inside!) and I want so badly (where all your wants are bad, felt with half a heart) to believe in this rebirth // again, this new page // again, this fresh start // and again (sigh. yet again) we are clawing at anything that sticks // making sense. armouring hope

I dream of sitting in peaceful contemplation and looking at my life, not as race or competition, neither sprint nor marathon, but something happily incomplete // again (even as the flowers bloom) this continuing // again (even as the birds rechorus) this re-living // and again (even as winter dies a little slower every year) this unsummering. refalling. respringing. 

[randomlyjay]

“Spring is like... jaysome!”

“Well, yes,” Charlie says as she eyes a Jay. “Most things are at some level when you are involved.” “And and and happiness is jaysome too!”

“That one I did know.” Charlie raises an eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” “I’m doing prompts on tumblr, Charlie!”

“Ah.” Charlie glances at my phone. “I think a prompt like ‘spring is like...’ expects more of a response, perhaps?”

“Spring is like extra jaysome, then? Even if that would make other seasons probably jealous you know.”

“I imagine those running the prompts are hoping for something longer... wait. You think the seasons get jealous of each other?”

“That’s why they crowd into each other and people complain about global warming, right?!”

“.... right.”

[karmaalwayswins]

@writerscreed prompt 75: spring is like...

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Spring defined as:

A March start (in New York), A September start (in Sydney),

A light pastel sweater instead of a grey heavy coat,

Renewal,

A cleansing breath,

Cherry blossoms,

Pink lemonade on the porch at sunset, 

Bubble-gum flavored lip gloss,

Awesome.

[hajarnasr]

When the darkest side in you starts To leak, your vision blurs, and Things become oblique.

And when you're asked what Spring is like,

You remember nothing but a tired, Pale-skinned dream that you've had For years but never seen.

[northernwinedregs]

spring, hot and buttery warm and crunchy, the nation’s favourite breakfast oh wait. no, hang on somewhere I’ve gone wrong and got spring confused with toast