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
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
ReplyDeleteGreening to soften the trodden down for sure, so the narrator here may lay down her struggle, solicit the aid of sun and rain.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem, capturing the desperation.
DeleteWe 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!
ReplyDeleteI DO see the sun here at the moment. I DO hope you will have a sunny day too.
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
ReplyDeleteYou 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....
ReplyDeleteSpring better win soon and kick winter to the curb, and yeah sometimes we are sure caught in a whirlwind.
ReplyDeleteoh 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
ReplyDeleteSo lovely & heartfelt, Grace. I especially like the 3rd stanza. Spring IS like a tug-a-war this year... I hope everything's okay.
ReplyDeleteoh this is so good....every line is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletethe stanza about your hands is especially beautiful in this poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is exquisite, and I love the call for life in here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful written - loved the lines about your hands. K
ReplyDeleteA tug of war indeed! Hope spring graces u soon
ReplyDeleteThat 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 :-)
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteA tug of war between the seasons..I sure hope spring brings buds of happiness.
This mad spring is wonderfully captured by your poem
ReplyDeleteSpring will come
ReplyDeleteIn its own time
On its own terms
It's funny that way
You certainly captured the battle of seasons.
ReplyDeleteA 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,,
ReplyDeleteApril, 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.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeletemay you soon feel the warmth of the sun on your smiling face
ReplyDeleteThis 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
ReplyDeleteGrace - 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThere's a swell in your very words the way they flow with the force of new life demanding rebirth !
ReplyDeletemy 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 ;-)
A beautifully expressed hope.
ReplyDeleteThere is beauty even in sorrow, especially with such hope. It will come.
ReplyDeleteLovely opening with the transition between spring and winter :) I loved those words!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you compared body parts to nature!
ReplyDeleteI like 'twining of beginnings and endings'...a lament many of us feel to the bone..it will pass soon..
ReplyDeleteMadness indeed -- beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane
Seasons, echoing the seasons of our lives...this yearning for spring is made palpable in your words. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThings 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.
ReplyDeletei really like the last line..
ReplyDeleteYou captured this crazy weather we're having perfectly! I hope you had a wonderful weekend, Grace. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteIt is a tug of war...beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteI shall dance the rain dance to invite rain!
ReplyDeleteThis 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. :-)
ReplyDeleteSPRING IS FULL OF LIFE , SO LET IT BRING HOPE AND WONDERMENT INSIDE YOU........LOVELY POEM.............
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