Saturday, April 20, 2013

April's madness

Grace @ Everyday Amazing


i am caught- 
in the tug of war,
between winter's gray
and spring's budding steps-

this month is madness, 
twining of beginnings & endings-
red as birthday candles on a cake,    
white as a corsage on a friend's funeral-  

my hands are frayed, 
fragile like bare twigs- 
fearful of the hardening that comes
with each fallen leaf, torn limb & broken pinecone-

i pray for rain to wash away dread & shadows,
the sun to melt away the stones 
gathering in my heart- 
even if snowflakes 
drift this morning, i hope 

for spring to burst open like a river,
greening the garden, trodden down & bloodless cold-   


Posed for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics of spring - We are having a little bit of snow this weekend.  
and Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Encouragement

44 comments:

  1. Such pain in this Grace. My heart goes out to you and I pray Spring comes to you in season and heart. Thank you for taking part in the challenge

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  2. Greening to soften the trodden down for sure, so the narrator here may lay down her struggle, solicit the aid of sun and rain.

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    1. Such a beautiful poem, capturing the desperation.

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  3. We had snow yesterday, Grace. I definitely feel we are caught here in that same 'tug of war' weatherwise. And yes, there is need also for the sun to melt away the stones as well. May it appear very soon!

    I DO see the sun here at the moment. I DO hope you will have a sunny day too.

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  4. Some times we live in madness, I feel that, you know March was terrible for me, with many things and people I love sick,anyway I pray, I wait and sometimes..bake, and you make poems, hugs

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  5. You sound as though you are pouring your heart and soul out as much as I am too, with this winter that won't give up, with all the turmoil about our land, and then the silent and private woes in one's life, it sometimes burns far to long within our soul..... there will be relief, it is surely going to arrive and with it the sunshine and after a bit we'll not even think about this any more.... hugs....

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  6. Spring better win soon and kick winter to the curb, and yeah sometimes we are sure caught in a whirlwind.

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  7. oh i can feel this... we had a mad spring this year...the whole vegetation is four weeks behind and after a few sunny days it's 6 degrees C again today...i'm freezing...ugh

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  8. So lovely & heartfelt, Grace. I especially like the 3rd stanza. Spring IS like a tug-a-war this year... I hope everything's okay.

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  9. oh this is so good....every line is beautiful!

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  10. I love the anticipation your are building with this. I don't remember when I have waited so long for spring. Especially the second stanza speaks to me.

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  11. the stanza about your hands is especially beautiful in this poem, Grace.

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  12. Grace, this is exquisite, and I love the call for life in here.

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  13. Beautiful written - loved the lines about your hands. K

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  14. A tug of war indeed! Hope spring graces u soon

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  15. That inbetween stage was horribly depressing, but it resolved itself here, as it will do for your area any day. Hang in there, buy yourself a huge bouquet of flowers :-)

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  16. Grace,

    A tug of war between the seasons..I sure hope spring brings buds of happiness.

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  17. This mad spring is wonderfully captured by your poem

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  18. Spring will come
    In its own time
    On its own terms
    It's funny that way

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  19. You certainly captured the battle of seasons.

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  20. A beautiful poem,,heartfelt and real,,,it has been a long winter,,,but we have weathered it,, I like the lines "i pray for rain to wash away dread & shadows",,,as do I,,

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  21. April, promising warmth one minute, sending a chill to limbs and bones the next. We wait for the promise of new life to burst forth again, don't we. Well penned.

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  22. A beautiful poem of hardship . I admire all of you who survive these harsh bleak climates . It must be particularly difficult for you Grace when you still hear the whisperings of tropical breeze and smell the wafts of frangipani warmth in your dreams.

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  23. may you soon feel the warmth of the sun on your smiling face

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  24. This sounds as though you are half woman and half the plant in the picture, your "twigs" as fingers... I, too, am a bit stir-crazy here in Madison. No matter where we live, I believe spring cannot come too soon... and then won't we complain about the heat? Hee hee. Amy

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  25. Grace - I hope the rain and sun come soon for you! I remember the picture of the birthday cake you had posted recently, so if the "white as a corsage on a friend's funeral" is reality and not just in the poem, I'm sorry for your loss.

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  26. I love the opening image of a tug-of-war and the amazing last line, and between them a real bundle of goodies to delight or soothe the soul. I like the way you accommodate the many nuances of spring.

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  27. There's a swell in your very words the way they flow with the force of new life demanding rebirth !

    my hands are frayed,
    fragile like bare twigs-
    fearful of the hardening that comes
    with each fallen leaf, torn limb & broken pinecone-

    That's a power that will survive & flourish!

    Thanks so much Grace ;-)

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  28. There is beauty even in sorrow, especially with such hope. It will come.

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  29. Lovely opening with the transition between spring and winter :) I loved those words!

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  30. I love this! "the sun to melt away the stones / gathering in my heart- " I think sometimes the cold of Winter does that and it so takes the sun to melt it all away. Nice.

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  31. I love the way you compared body parts to nature!

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  32. I like 'twining of beginnings and endings'...a lament many of us feel to the bone..it will pass soon..

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  33. Seasons, echoing the seasons of our lives...this yearning for spring is made palpable in your words. Beautiful!

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  34. Things green are coming up here despite the cold that surrounds them. There is hope yet but I refuse to give in to what I can not see.

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  35. You captured this crazy weather we're having perfectly! I hope you had a wonderful weekend, Grace. Thank you!

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  36. It is a tug of war...beautifully penned.

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  37. I shall dance the rain dance to invite rain!

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  38. This is an emotional piece, Grace. It captures both the sadness and joy about the passing of seasons and years, on the one hand, and the crazy weather phenomenon that we have had this spring/winter season. :-)

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  39. SPRING IS FULL OF LIFE , SO LET IT BRING HOPE AND WONDERMENT INSIDE YOU........LOVELY POEM.............

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