Thursday, November 15, 2018

Winter's first kiss



You arrive - first dance -
Shower of crystals - magical -
Yet, a kiss of death 
On fallen leaves, yellowed frail
Throats of birds are silent - black -


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The sky keeps greying
Over your relentless crossing-
Make my words a flint
Hungry for air and roses 
Longing for lips petalled by rain




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27 comments:

  1. Oh I can feel the same longing when darkness deepens... the black throat of the birds especially...

    may the kiss of frost be gentle

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  2. You had me at /making my words a flint/hungry for air and roses/. Winter seems to be scowling; here too. I'm not a winter lover.

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  3. A chilly title and wonderful dance metaphor with that shower of crystals, Grace! I like the hint of darkness in the line:
    'Throats of birds are silent - black'
    the grieving sky and flinty words.

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  4. I love this glimpse into the arrival of winter 😊 gorgeous writing, Grace 💖

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  5. It is not quite winter here but it is getting close. I love the "make me a flint" and all that it implies.

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  6. Nice line: "Hungry for air and roses"

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  7. Enjoyed.
    Winter does entice with its beauty, but wears thin after a while.

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  8. There's a sense of loss and something breaking in this. Like ice on a puddle.

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  9. Hungry to be rid of winter already here, ugg

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  10. Wonderful sensual experience of winter's onset--but the pain and the beauty. I liked especially, "lips petaled by rain."

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  11. Amazing how those beautiful snowflakes can be the kiss of death for some. Great poem Grace!

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  12. Lovely piece - the two stanzas divided by a 'dinkus' like time moving over the winter landscape - so the first magical dance has become a relentless crossing - and the poet's words buried like a flint - hungry for air... Great stuff.

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  13. You've really captured that first snowfall and the loss of charm, longing for spring. Beautifully written.

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  14. "...magical, yet a kiss of death..." Really like this Grace. And yes, Winter is both. It's a time of darkness and endings, but it is also a time of rest for nature, building resource and vitality for the eventual Spring. The fallen leaves become nourishment. It's also a time to gather close to the hearth with loved ones and friends. Its a beautiful bittersweet time in the cycle of seasons.

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  15. You have some lovely imagery here. A beautiful read.

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  16. Oh, the feelings of sweet romanticism and longing in these tanka are beautiful. Loved this bit: "Hungry for air and roses/Longing for lips petalled by rain". The winter imagery works very well.

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  17. Here’s to settling in for the long haul, and the embrace of the coming thaw. So... indeed relentless... and beautiful as ever. Amazing Grace!

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  18. I love the title...Winter's first kiss. It's the first one that is most dangerous...beautiful poem.

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  19. "Make my words a flint
    Hungry for air and roses"
    Love the economy of language in this and in the poem as a whole...well done!JIM

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  20. It's been hard to concentrate on the season with these horrible fires. Your poem, is wonderful, Grace.

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  21. Sigh. Wintertime, is indeed, a time of death and deep soulful sleeps, for the coming seasons of spring and summer. Personally, I dislike winter and everything associated with it, weatherwise. I know, this heresy for a Canadian to speak or write these words, but it's true. Still, beautiful poems, Grace.

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  22. Grace,your imagery is beautifully spare yet so full, particularly with the pinpoint perfect use of colour. Lovely.

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  23. Hungry for air and roses
    Longing for lips petalled by rain

    A classic way of saying the presence of wetness through natural causes. A nice close, Grace!

    Hank

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  24. oh my. the imagery is breathtaking, Grace.

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  25. Winter, a crossing, a bridge, to spring and summer, i love the thought *smiles*

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