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{scintilla day 10}
it is winter it is summer it is spring
all green and hope and
procreation
blind sun
squinting through branches
more bare
than picked over
bones
it is bird call and free fall
moss and shadow
growth that forces its way
in and out
of yesterday’s
vision
it is
fuel for the fire of tomorrow
seed for the next generation
fecund with promises promises
that will all
be
broken
repeated
believed
broken
it is winter it is summer it is spring
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March 27th, 2012 at 9:05 am
Beautifully poetic.
March 27th, 2012 at 9:36 am
It’s almost as if I were writing to this prompt today, although I don’t belong.
Like you, the season confusion and the heart breaking intermingled in my mind. It must be something in the air 😉
I split it into two poems, for two days, as I couldn’t combine the two stranda of thought the way you were able to.
March 27th, 2012 at 9:56 am
How very lovely and sweet. The opening and closing lines wrap this all up in a smart bow.
March 27th, 2012 at 10:32 am
Very lovely …all of it …
March 27th, 2012 at 11:28 am
fuel and seeds…..seeds and fuel……how perfect are those descriptions !
xo
March 27th, 2012 at 1:08 pm
do everything turn, turn there is a season turn turn
March 27th, 2012 at 2:37 pm
promises made, promises broken….that is def the bad thing with promises…and the seasons change faster and faster…the trees like picked over bones is a great touch…
March 27th, 2012 at 2:39 pm
It is something for all seasons, really, isn’t it?
Lovely prose that compliments the picture beauitfully.
March 27th, 2012 at 3:20 pm
… as always — simply wonderful.
March 27th, 2012 at 3:26 pm
I love the way the seasons run together here, like life starts doing…
March 27th, 2012 at 3:46 pm
Really lovely writing–I feel the cyclicalness of the seasons–promised and broken–
March 27th, 2012 at 3:48 pm
Mr. M said exactly what struck me first! Love it!
March 27th, 2012 at 4:07 pm
The unseason–I’ve felt it. There is indeed a continuity of discontinuity, a change that is a sameness, and you cover every base of it here. Hearts are made to be broken, apparently, like minds are made to be blown. Excellent piece.
March 27th, 2012 at 4:14 pm
Bare as picked over bare bones- one of my favourite lines in the extremely eloquent and delicately written piece. This talked to me about the circle of life- of change- of ups and downs and the ever changing roller coaster of our day to day existence. So good.
March 27th, 2012 at 4:16 pm
I meant- more bare than picked over bones- my bad- I can’t write and I’m quite stupid
March 27th, 2012 at 4:31 pm
Beautifully written…there felt an inevitability about having your heart broken…like the changing seasons…life goes on whatever…much enjoyed, Kelly
March 27th, 2012 at 5:04 pm
It is the repetition in this piece that drives it forward, makes one think and draw wondrous conclusions. A lovely piece.
March 27th, 2012 at 5:51 pm
we’re always planting…sowing…and then things will grow..sometimes much faster than what we would expect…really like this feeling of constant change and also the urgency in this…
March 27th, 2012 at 5:54 pm
Promises, promises. Some broken indeed.
I like the growth forcing its way our of yesterday’s vision. amazing how that repeats and repeats.
xo
March 27th, 2012 at 6:17 pm
Beautiful rhythm; love how the photo has winter to the left of the branch and spring to the right.
March 27th, 2012 at 6:37 pm
Thought this fantastic! Love the presentation of the words and the falling back to the beginning…like we almost always do…the poem in itself a visual reflection of the seasons…of nature, of life…
March 27th, 2012 at 7:56 pm
It is so many things. Love your talent at putting it into words.
March 27th, 2012 at 8:57 pm
This is wonderful!
March 27th, 2012 at 9:24 pm
Been reading your Scintilla postings all month. This may be my favorite. Nature, human nature, perfection, imperfection. Has it all, Kelly!
March 27th, 2012 at 9:28 pm
I am always moved by your words, whether they swing to the right or to the left I always sway with them.
March 27th, 2012 at 9:55 pm
This is like a happy dance… I love it!
March 27th, 2012 at 10:03 pm
This poem has found its niche in the ecology of my poetic heart. I am so enjoying your responses to this project!
March 27th, 2012 at 10:50 pm
I loved this. I always feel a little heartbreak when the seasons change, even winter to spring. 🙂
March 27th, 2012 at 11:20 pm
i am late, and you are amazing. “broken, repeated, believed, broken.” when you were born, god reached down with a star on his finger and touched it to your heart. xoxo
March 28th, 2012 at 9:08 am
love how it all tumbles together
March 28th, 2012 at 9:21 am
Perfect. So hushed and perfect. Love it.
March 28th, 2012 at 5:20 pm
Great poem. Spare yet lyrical.
March 29th, 2012 at 12:03 am
I just get this! It is all at once…I love it!
March 29th, 2012 at 12:46 am
This has the consonance of one of those medieval paeans to spring.