Prolet
You may well call it Spring
Here in my head though
I can not find
Despite the very love of trying
I assure you
The perfect word
For so much beauty and the
Newness of it blinding.....
You may call it Spring
Here in my heart though
There is a certain freedom
timeless....
Though I would gladly share
and truly so
This place and time
This transient now and here
Which we call Prolet....
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Prolet is how we say Spring in Bulgaria....
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A fine write. Glad ya told me that N! If I hadn't have known, I would have thought Prolet was a Property Service Agency - really exists - based on pro-let?
dunno, maybe but thanks for the unescorted viewing nevertheless...
Glad to oblige with TUI for you - 'Today's useless Information' from me!
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Inspirational my friend to say the least. - -this revered tribute to something called Spring - - or be it Prolet - tis versed to perfection in this special invite to stay with the beauty of here and now.
Am very near lost for words Fay... many thanks indeed for such a kind and encouraging response ..... Neville
Really lifts you - fine read Neville.
Blagodarya moi priatel ..... undoubtedly spelt incorrectly but I'm sure ya get the message... Cheers/Nastrave.... Neville
Not sure but I have an on-line artist friend who is Bulgarian and lives in a village some distance from Sofia - I'd best ask him!
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A wonderful write as always, thoroughly enjoyed Neville
and you my friend are far to kind... but I do thank you for it... Neville
I'm currently working with a rescue German Shepherd and today he gave me a lot of jip trying to rush me out the door! I will admit I couldn't blame him.... Spring is here!
Hey Dan my man.... of course ya can't blame him.... get out there and enjoy and many thanks are on their way to join ya.... N
Forgot to add he 8 years old from Romania, was going to be sent back because of his attitude but really he's just misunderstood like the rest.
Lucky my attitude is far worse 😉
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And i though a prolet was something the NHS operated on.
A fitting tribute to this rebirth time of year.
Thank you my friend..
I used to get excited at the first sight of little green buds on trees.
I used to wonder who else noticed them and felt the same funny little joy.
It used to remind me of renewal and hope and beauty and wonder. Of Mother Nature and her endless rhythms and endurance, painting her beauty across the seasons, in spite of the state of the world.
Some how I just can’t feel it right now, but I tried and I felt a little bit sad for the loss of it.
I feel that I should write something profound, like how these words have let you down.. but I know it has nothing to do with these words
I would like to say things will improve and you will fell joy again and pleasure etc
However, I know that I can only hope such things.... And true...
Very good write Neville.
Thank you Goldfinch60 appreciated, you are..... N
A tribute to Prolet re-read and enjoyed quite as much as first rime around -- good to see your name back in circulation today and hope all goes well with your Bulgarina break Nev. - - x Fay
Thank you my friend, just a fleeting visit while internet is working, will be back in a couple of days.. hope you are well x
Yes am good thank you - - Spring is here with a vengeance and oh the lovely flowers are embroidering our milder countryside so prolifically - - hope to hear about the beauty of Bulgarian Spring from your pen soon - looking forward to having you back. -- x Fay
Hello dear Fay.. not long been back. hope you are well my friend... and you spoil me with two visits... N
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