Drowning in a sea of clichés is supposed to not be something pleasant –
especially when you see them all over the landscape of your thoughts,
and they reproduce themselves almost in a hydra-like manner –
you manage to cut one down
only to see other three blossoming in its place.
The sky isn’t much of a help either,
with its blue background behind the furiously in bloom cherry trees –
such a unique yet common image…
but then again, it’s spring.
The ever exalted spring, just doing what it knows best –
auctioning the innocent beauty of its flowers
to the most filled with awe gaze…

© Liliana Negoi

5 Responses to “Spring”
  1. george-b says:

    Reblogged this on euzicasa and commented:
    Nothing more alive than cherry tree in blossom! (Sakura)

  2. Bernard Gieske says:

    Your spring poem is as beautiful as the tree blossoms and very creative. It is interesting to think about how human clichés can blunt our senses,yet nature never ceases to be repetitive and delighting us with beauty.

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