Thursday, February 6, 2020

February



The bones are still canvas
knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill

Not a leaf, not a petal tarries by
only the roots hidden deep, knits

the pattern of light & shadows
the memories of fullness of moon

as seeds dream of sweetest fruits
and vines drape their fingertips on empty husks

I trace the chords of 
maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun 

There's a grumble of hysteria underground
I can't wait to scent the delirium of first blooming



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18 comments:

  1. I feel a sense of looming uproar. Love all the elements in this.

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  2. Goodness this is exquisitely drawn, Grace!💝 I especially love; "I trace the chords of maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun."

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  3. I like the sense of anticipation in that "grumble of hysteria underground."

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  4. I can really sense that energy bubbling below for bloom to come.. but there are still days to pass. Lovely poem

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  5. The essence of February runs through the lines of your poem, Grace. I particularly like:
    ‘The bones are still canvas
    knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill’
    and
    ‘There's a grumble of hysteria underground
    I can't wait to scent the delirium of first blooming’.
    Hysteria + delirium = spring fever!

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  6. I'm one of those "seeds, dreaming of sweetest fruits"

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  7. So evocative of our Winter and beautifully crafted Grace. I especially love 'Not a leaf, not a petal tarries by
    only the roots hidden deep, knits the pattern of light & shadows the memories of fullness of moon' xxx

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  8. Gayle Walters RoseFebruary 6, 2020 at 3:50 PM

    How true, when spring comes and the blooming begins it is much like a delirium. I like that choice of word, Grace, and I'm sure you're ready for it to begin.

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  9. Sweet anticipation as the world hold its breath...

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  10. Ready to burst forth indeed, if only it would happen faster and no snow

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  11. I trace the chords of
    maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun

    love that stanza Grace, I was deeply immersed in your description of what is beneath and between the secrets nature keeps before time allows its appearance

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  12. Nice line: "as seeds dream of sweetest fruits"

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  13. Beautiful Poem Grace! I loved this line: ...as seeds dream of sweetest fruits
    Th delirium of first bloominge is happening here in NC!

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  14. Plants do have such determination don't they, as is it bloom or bust for them!

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  15. I love the way this piece builds to its finale.

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  16. This is exquisite. I love the sense of anticipation--the "grumble of hysteria underground" and the "scent the delirium."

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  17. Fantastic piece, Grace. I especially like the beginning,
    "The bones are still canvas
    knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill"

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