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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I feel a sense of looming uproar. Love all the elements in this.
ReplyDeleteGoodness this is exquisitely drawn, Grace!💝 I especially love; "I trace the chords of maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun."
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of anticipation in that "grumble of hysteria underground."
ReplyDeleteI can really sense that energy bubbling below for bloom to come.. but there are still days to pass. Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteFantastic opening line.
ReplyDeleteThe essence of February runs through the lines of your poem, Grace. I particularly like:
ReplyDelete‘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!
I'm one of those "seeds, dreaming of sweetest fruits"
ReplyDeleteSo evocative of our Winter and beautifully crafted Grace. I especially love 'Not a leaf, not a petal tarries by
ReplyDeleteonly the roots hidden deep, knits the pattern of light & shadows the memories of fullness of moon' xxx
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.
ReplyDeleteSweet anticipation as the world hold its breath...
ReplyDeleteReady to burst forth indeed, if only it would happen faster and no snow
ReplyDeleteI trace the chords of
ReplyDeletemaddening 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
Nice line: "as seeds dream of sweetest fruits"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Poem Grace! I loved this line: ...as seeds dream of sweetest fruits
ReplyDeleteTh delirium of first bloominge is happening here in NC!
Plants do have such determination don't they, as is it bloom or bust for them!
ReplyDeleteI love the way this piece builds to its finale.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisite. I love the sense of anticipation--the "grumble of hysteria underground" and the "scent the delirium."
ReplyDeleteFantastic piece, Grace. I especially like the beginning,
ReplyDelete"The bones are still canvas
knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill"