Thursday, November 30, 2023

cherita

snow


covers the dead maple leaves

& city roads 


all white

soft as river sands

filling in all the emptiness-



darkness steeps

hours with greys & bloodless sky

where are the birdsongs & bees?


my pen hears them, scratching  

away the icy blues of the long night- 


winter's breath is tangerine



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Cherishing the Cherita by Laura Bloomsbury.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

29 comments:

  1. I am just baffled that our poems starts exactly the same, but then we go in totally different directions, I do love your descriptions of the grey but still ends in the tangerine winter....

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  2. this was a lovely contrasting Cherita - that penultimate line so memorable

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  3. I wrote a snowy poem too! This is lovely, Grace. I love the contrast of colour in the snow covering the maple leaves, the ‘greys and bloodless sky‘, and the idea of the white ‘filling in all the emptiness’.

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  4. scratching
    away the icy blues of the long night-

    That is a gorgeous image!

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  5. That last line is really interesting.

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    1. I love this and he last line is perfect ❤️

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  6. Your 'winter's breath' is amazing
    Much🖤love

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  7. You are truly good at painting images. 😊

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  8. I am not surey earlier comment got posted so I am saying again that you are truly good at painting images in words. 😊

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  9. Aw, that Anonymous commenter would be me. -imelda 😊

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  10. Love this Grace… 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼

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  11. your cherita is very beautiful. the tangerine last line is my personal favorite!

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  12. Only in a poet's imagination can Winter be scratched away by birdsong and bees, Grace...

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  13. Beautiful, Grace--the snow filling in the emptiness, the pen filling in the birdsongs.

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  14. This cherita is a piece of beauty.

    Sincerely,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  15. Our pens are full of voices.

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  16. I like your voice here, Grace, and the feelings as you express them here.

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  17. Love this!! Last line is breathtaking, Grace.

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  18. I love that your pen hears the birdsong and the bee's scratching. Winter's breath tangerine...nice.

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  19. "Winter's breath is tangerine", that's just one perfect verse for my. This was the first Cherita I read after the prompt and I love it. Now my comment, better late than never. 😉

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  20. I didn't do this, thought I'd muddle it but I love winter's breath as tangerine. And that listening pen.... nice word play.

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  21. Wondrous metamorphosis through pen and ink.

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  22. I found this hopeful, that despite the darkening there is birdsong and there is response (in writing)

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  23. Hi Grace — I’ve really enjoyed the OLN Live Thursdays, sorry to hear they’re going away. Reading and contributing to the poetry of the d’verse online community has been wonderful, and I hope I am able to in the new year… it is my intention — when possible. Kathy comes home this Wednesday, and it appears we will be rejoining her battle, so my writing may be less frequent into the future — we will see what presents itself, as I am also dealing with my own issues. This is my 20th year posting poetry online, across a number of wonderful organized sites… and it is a joy I will not allow myself to completely abandon. I am sending this message to those in this dVerse community to whom I am most drawn, and who have shown me consistent kindness. Happy holiday to you my friend. You are a pleasure to read. ✌🏼🫶🏼

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