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By briarcroft
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21 June 2008 |
I wrote this after a late April snow this spring--devastating for our blooming plants and blossoming trees.
Waking to mid-April snow
Confuses and confounds
Blossoms bent and broken low
Chill wind blows out of bounds.
Bright color fades now into white
Forgotten summer's promise
As winter reasserts its right
To cloak and coat in ice.
My breath fog blurs each step I take
And stumbling forth may fall
Now wait for spring and must forsake
Predictability at all.
Each breath I take could be my last
My heart beats into silence
The boundaries blur as time has passed
From death to life transcendence.
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Written by Brett (785 comments posted) 21st June 2008 | Whilst I enjoyed this very much (particularly the final stanza) I can't help feeling that the pairing of promise / ice does not sit right. A minor gripe in an otherwise enjoyable poem. Cheers | Written by KaydieKate (63 comments posted) 23rd June 2008 | | A very enjoyable poem, I agree with Brett. promise/ice and even silence/transcendence do not sit well with me. The last two lines must be powerful, for the poem to be effective. But, again, small criticisms to a well written piece. | Written by mia_ms_kim (1019 comments posted) 23rd June 2008 | I liked the last two stanzas. Liked the imagery of blurring boundaries of time, life and death etc with the fogging breath. Mia |
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