Monday, April 4, 2022

the paradox of the changing clocks


minute hand moves 

forward, but escape wheel

is stuck


-tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-

-leaves shiver-shrink from false

spring's embrace-


grip this season 

of becoming

as the blossoming earth

peels back


-dead skin-

-mourning dress coats-

we thirst for life

(deeply)



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, SEASON.  Thanks for the your visit and comments.


22 comments:

  1. This is wonderful. I especially love the image I draw in my mind from these words: "-tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-"
    The idea of winter's tail of breath....I think my brother-in-law in Chicago would agree with that since they had snow yesterday! Winter has a looooooooooooong tail sometimes!

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  2. I love this way of describing the season when spring is finally coming while winter still resists..

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  3. you have caught the tension and tempo of this seasonal cusp time so tenderly - that last stanza is suitably enigmatic

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  4. This makes me think of the random snow storms that occur up north after it's been sunny and warm for a few weeks

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  5. Oh, Grace, you have captured the disappointment of winter dragging its feet. The last 2 lines say it all. C'mon, Spring!

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  6. Beautiful, Grace. I especially love "shiver-shrink" and the image it evokes.

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  7. Grace, I feel the weight of winter's stubbornness. Thirsty for spring and life.

    tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-

    Gorgeous line...

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  8. Deeply indeed...the overlap has become a boomerang.

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  9. -dead skin-

    -mourning dress coats-

    we thirst for life

    (deeply)

    Yes, winter begone! 🥶

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  10. "grip this season

    of becoming"

    Oh! That speaks to me.

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  11. Spring does come, eventually — but winter is stubborn. Even provides a few false starts. Excellent Grace… 🙂

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  12. it is amazing how those buds can survive the tail end of winter.
    I liked this line...
    as the blossoming earth
    peels back
    -dead skin-

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  13. I love the whole poem. The new beginnings offered by Spring.
    These words especially,
    grip this season
    of becoming
    as the blossoming earth
    peels back

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  14. Beautiful poem,what vivid imagery you've conjured! :)

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  15. The winter, it seems, is always reluctant to leave. Love the images of persistent spring you have created.

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  16. The wintry dtubborness is exceptionally well recorded.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog Grace

    Much💜love

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  17. Spring has a tough job sometimes persuading winter to depart. My poem took me on a similar path. Love your images Grace.

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  18. You set the tone with that first stanza--rueful, vivid and immediate, and follow it with a host of perfect descriptions til the reader feels like they are standing in that too-cool wind, looking at the earth trying to make up its mind. Loved this.

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  19. 'This season of becoming' is such a lovely phrase in your beautiful poem.

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