spring's painful loveliness splinters
the dry
sticky dark
softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter
charming its forceful gentleness into the heart of things
audacious
unstoppable
predictable and quiet
wiggles and stretches uncurling inchoate
half born
brashly and tentative
slowly rushing and stamps its way breath held
or is it my breath?
held
laid
resting.
brave
fool-hardy
exquisitely frangibly tough
the bluebells break my heart
10 comments:
I've been waiting for a long time to see what you'd do next...beautiful words...perfect imagery...brava!
this is one of my favorite blogs---it's sooooooo worth the patience...i love because i understand, writing comes with it comes...it can't be rushed....thank you!
writing comes when it comes...this will hold me for a while....
thankyou for your comments flawsnall. I'd wondered if anyone ever looks here these days...
the words do come (when they come) anyway, whether anyone reads them or not
but I do appreciate your commenting
I just love the spacial decisions you make for your poetry. A very pleasant read. Thanks for sharing.
great words. spring - when all is new...bursting forth into new life...breath it in.
if i look back
regret still waits there...
so true there is no such thing as closure really ~
Excellent piece. Those bluebells, they speak well...
Very nice. I'll be back.
Kat
Thanks for share. See you on my blog also.
this is publishable.
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