secretly
and in the silent sticky dark
spring prepares
waiting bated breathless
tiniest emergent growth
searing splitting seed
casting off
wriggling out
tentative roots
searching through cold compacted earth
silently
in the secret stifling dark
tendrils
curling
imperceptibly
fighting fingering up to sunshine
featherlight
unfurling
stretching awake
numb with anticipation
stifling
in the silently patient dark
something
or nothing
This emerged - to do with my life, my heart just now - but also after seeing the film of Ian McEwan's Atonement. So much .... feeling... to do with guilt and forgiveness, regret, remorse, loss, the need for hope, how to move from the past into the future... And winter approaches.
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no need to acknowledge this comment in any way: here in Graulhet, it is winter. Walking along the river, through the silent hulks of the town crumbling onto its own unclaimed past, I notice the smallest of spiky new growth in the muck and decay.
that's all.
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