"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Monday, April 3, 2017

False Spring

Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body
I would break
Into blossom.”
James Wright


Blossoming Almond Branch
Vincent van Gogh (1888)


III

My lips had been sealed
all through winter
But –
How I yearned
to part them for a word
to slip out, or
a tongue to slip in.
When nights are long
a certain darkness clings
to root and vein
distilled by the pale light of day
Yet –
I had set a single bud
upon the bough
in hope that a warm breath
would sing to it, or
a gentle touch might remind
the sap to rise.
Soon, too soon,
for any heart once frozen
knows that coldness
always returns
to burn, to burn.

22 comments:

  1. for any heart once frozen knows that coldness
    always returns to burn, to burn

    There is a tendency to react in a like manner if one is let down in the game.

    Hank

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    1. One must hold fast to Spring!

      Thanks, Hank.

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  2. The longing in the tone of this speaker make me think of broken things, of memories that eat the bones... Oh, goodness, that ending is like a bell--one that sings that although horrors have happened, we should know that the worse is yet to come. It's hard not to feel that way after being burned and burned...

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    1. Your prompt gave me a chance to look at pain and its aftermath from a new angle.

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  3. Some very striking sensual imagery in this piece. The sting of heartbreak often feels cold enough to burn.

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  4. There is no burn like the killing burn of cold--as you know, the Norse saw Hel as a frozen land, not flames, and so it is. So it is.

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  5. Such deep yearning but that whose scaffold is set upon a platform of sorrow's return.

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  6. Oh, my. I absolutely adore this:
    "My lips had been sealed
    all through winter
    But –
    How I yearned
    to part them"

    Perfect, perfect image of spring.

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    1. Thanks, De. I appreciate your response.

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  7. Such emotion, such yearning in this poem, Kerry ❤️ especially love; "My lips had been sealed all through winter But – How I yearned to part them for a word to slip out, or a tongue to slip in." Beautifully executed.

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  8. I resonate with that "any heart once frozen". Loved this one, Kerry.

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  9. Is it desire calling or a touch of what's ahead? Such expression filled.

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  10. Ai, so sad. So sad and clever at once. Very well done, Kerry. k.

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  11. PS - love the Wright also. k.

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  12. Oh the eagerness quenched by that burn of the frost in the end.

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    1. There must always be trepidation in making the first move.

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  13. To bud in hope only to get severed by cold winds is the ultimate betrayal. The Wright quote just makes the blade crueller.

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  14. A wonderful and moving twist on the prompt.

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  15. Yes, very moving.. Even in darkness there is a spring light we turn to. Beautiful

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