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| Small Copper © John Edwards |
Daisy bright hopper,
Flitting small copper,
Is this Spring proper, in my garden?
Last week brought snow-rain,
My fresh buds complain
But Winter domain asked no pardon.
The cold heart revives
And spirit survives:
Butterfly arrives in new Arden.
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This little offering combines two Sunday Challenges on Real Toads:
John Edwards' photography is featured there today: The Sunday Challenge with Scriptor Senex and last week, we explored the many possibilities of the Cyhydedd Hir Welsh form.
I have employed three tercets for this poem.
An interesting form.
ReplyDeleteHi Kerry! I love your blog, poetry, and photography! Very, very cool!! Keep up the wonderful work you do!
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DeleteThank you, John. Glad you paid me a visit on Skywriting.
This reminds me of Emily Dickinson. It seems so light and free, but there are emotional applications as well ... the seasons of the heart.
ReplyDelete"Winter domain asked no pardon" ... This is my favorite line.
I am a continual misreader, but I often see the most beautiful things in error. I misread "The cold heart revives" as "The cold heart revises" ... as it must.
Beautiful, creative work within the form, Kerry. I enjoyed this very much.
DeleteThank you for your intuitive reading - I always appreciate the time and care you take in responding.
P.S. I too loved this photograph best. But I assumed it would be the most popular, so I selected one of the others. :)
ReplyDeleteI had tercets, but I called an exterminator!
ReplyDeleteNow that I've been a smart-butt, let me say that this is such a pretty poem, and it made me smile for the return of warmth, and life, that Spring embodies.
DeleteFunny lady!! 'Tis a little something to tuck behind the ear, this one.
This is a breath of spring air, my favorite season, compressed into a form that suits it. The small copper foreshadows an Arcadia. Lovely!
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DeleteThanks, Susan. I appreciate your thoughts on this piece.
Delightful poem for spring in your part of the world, Kerry. Beautifully done.
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We have a very short Spring in my parts, already temps are soaring during the day. Now we await the rain.
DeleteI love to read the seasons chasing each other around the globe in our poetry, Kerry--and I love your tercets-(-they are very affectionate creatures around the house, I find. :P) I also love this form you introduced to us, and here it really seems superbly bare, a showcase of clear glass for the bright bloom of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWho would want to exterminate such lovable creatures, I ask you?
DeleteThanks Hedge. I take praise for a form poem from you very much to heart.
beautiful, Kerry and so glad there is hope of spring! i was just today feeling like autumn is coming. not ready yet. love.
ReplyDeleteSpring here is a very short prelude to a long hot Summer.. not sure I'm ready yet either.
DeleteLovely lilting tercets. Love the rhythm and the wording of this poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the form worked. Thanks for all the feedback.
DeleteBeautiful in poetic form and words...It is so delicate..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susie. I wanted it to sound light.
DeleteI too love the form you picked~ It is so inviting and refreshing~ I also picked this photo! :D I love the dance of the season's in your poem~
ReplyDeleteSuch an irresistible image - it says Spring to me.
Deletehey, this is lovely Kerry! what lovely form your poem took and the rhyming is perfect. x
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit, Dana. I appreciate your response.
DeleteThis poem has such a classic beauty to it, Kerry..so timeless, I felt like I could have been reading it out of one of those old great smelling leather bound books.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful! :)
Given my love for such books, I really love this comment. Thanks, Hannah.
DeleteI loveve the light form and the first two lines are so captivating. You've done the liittle Small Copper proud.. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John. Your images were most inspiring.
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