As a spring unwinds it's a loss of force but memory remains in its coils
In lengthening it straightens its course when stretched too far the wire it spoils
Spring a water thing coming from rock and soil
Spring flowers does bring as winter it does foil
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 24th, 2026 03:31
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a beautiful write and fav
Thanks so much Norman
most welcome friend
Your poem seems to be written in a timeless context, reflecting on the perennial cycle of life and nature, although it may reflect the poet's contemporary thoughts on aging.
Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation it is greatly valued
Reminds me of muscle memory and also how just the right amount of heat would make metals go back to their original shape. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you so much Cryptic for the read and comment it adds something extra to this poem and is most appreciated
That is a true partnership in poetry, then. You are most assuredly welcome 🙏🏻 🕊️
At first the power is less, thus it meanders about. As it gathers speed and force, it is able to forge its way in a more straight path. Thus, the word "straightens..." Even from a seemingly barren place, we can find a spring arising, from rock and soil. To rise up it has to fight gravity. Then as it flows, gravity fights back : the spring keeps going down. Flowers blooming in winter symbolise the victory of the flowers over the harshness of winter and snow. The poet's eye captures all this...
Thank you so much Soman for the read and comment it is as always most deeply appreciated
Good write SB.
Thank you so much my friend your read is most appreciated
Soren, this made me think about how words can carry multiple lives at once. A spring can be mechanical, seasonal, or a source of water, and you've managed to weave all three together naturally. I always enjoy seeing that kind of wordplay, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your read and interpretation it is always a joy to hear the ideas of others and how they weave a picture of what was written. Your words are always most appreciated my friend
Nice poem about Ageing. First few lines speak alot.
Thank you Kevin for the review and kind words they are appreciated
We just cannot stop getting older soren.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy yes you are correct your words are appreciated my friend
I'm not a spring chicken either 🤣 hey this is beautiful the seasons of ones life. Everything ages it's how we maintain the beauty the dignity and the pride that counts.
Thanks so much Teddy for the read and comment it is always valued
Intriguing read - I tend to go through tape measures.
Thanks so much for the review and yes there you have it.
Really? your very kind, but that would be a first!
Your return comment of a tape measure encapsulates wonderfully the concept of a spring and the measurement of age. When it reaches its end it extends no further and as you pull it out it straightens in its course.
Well you know what I say...
Behind the Verse:
A rhythmic study of a single word's shifting power. It traces our journey from mechanical tension—where our coils hold onto memory and force—to elemental water bursting from the soil, and finally to the seasonal rebirth that foils winter. It’s a brief reflection on how the exact same force that stretches us to our limits can also bring us back to life.
I very much like that take on this simple few lines and appreciate your sharing of that. It is most appreciated along with your support and encouragement.
intermingling timing with aging in a delightful way..
Thank you Nafisa for your read and comment it is most valued
glad to read and appreciate...
You are very kind
I like how that rolled out!
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