19 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
what willing spring
shall flutter
as leaves into a stream
to take away
the chill that wears my bones
what blossom
yet imagined
is tempted from the seed
to right the window sill
inside my home
what memory
shall warm me –
as places I have known
a breath of everything I love
when all the rest are gone
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Lovely yet sad.
Or so I felt when I read it.
O no, Aarron…….it is not meant to be. It started a wish for Spring, and I suppose some wintery sense of melancholy ❤
To me, I see it as a sign of a great poet if they can evoke different feelings in different readers.
Just know that I loved it, even if I misinterpreted it 🙂
Ahhh, but you didn’t. You found what spoke to you….and that is where words have their strength, dear Aarron. I would be a fool to limit them to my simple interpretation ❤
Beautifully said.
I couldn’t agree more.
I feel hope in your words ❤ always ❤
You know me so well, Jane. 💜 There is always hope…..and this began as nothing more than a wish for warmer weather 😊
And doesn’t the world always remind us – as above so below, as below so above …
Oh Bobbie you are a delight. I love you. ❤
Ah, an’ wouldn’t I be wishin’ for Spring, darlin’ girl, but ol’ man Winter is still hangin’ around here. He’s like dirty laundry and a 3 day dead fish…, both stink ! The good news is that the temp finally made it back up above 30 for a few days. As for the poem, I see a smile framed with a bit of melancholy…, but comin’ from you, it’d be more smile than the other. …………………………………………………..xo