1.31.2015

Realizations

Appreciating paperwhites
lanky window-angling before dawn,
creeping awareness of cold.

Turn on the heat,
radiators immediately seep lavender,
inviting an old lover to visit.

Struck with desire
to lick Italian cooking-class splashes
from the crooks of her elbows,

Futility comes up with the sun.
You stretch toward its light,
remembering the cold.

Inspired by Hannah’s prompt to the Real Toads: LAVENDER FIELDS

16 comments:

  1. Such a slow liminal stretch here from one warm, fragrant, cozied world to a cold winter's other. The saw of "realizations" cuts one way then the other, leaving the speaker wounded both ways. Aint it da troot.

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  2. the warmth of remembrance in winter's cold is fragrant with happy recall; nice write

    much love...

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  3. This incredibly gorgeous, sensual. Wow.

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  4. A dream poem, Marian? I am smiling. :)
    First the thought of an old lover returning, who hasn't had that one?
    Then I wondered what really went on here, "desire to lick Italian cooking-class splashes from the crooks of her elbows", went out of bounds.
    ..

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  5. So much to appreciate in warmth shared!

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  6. Love the cyclical quality of the cold and the contrast that you build with the warm in the middle...good stuff, Marian!! Thank you, for joining!

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  7. That last stanza, the realization, the rude return to reality... Oh!

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  8. There is so much to waking up to a new day. I am finding I have less grumbles, and more gratitude. Beautiful piece.

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  9. Admiring that heat on the second stanza ~ I will stay there until spring comes, smiles ~

    Grace

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  10. The way the lavender brings on the dreams and take us just a short while away from reality.. Wonderful images and contrasts.

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  11. Those closing lines are especially powerful.

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  12. A palpable and elegantly expressed sense of longing in this one, and the wonderfully rhythmic nature of the piece justtmakes it that finer.

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  13. The last stanza left me shivering...

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  14. I love that middle ground between sleep and wakefulness, where dreams can sometimes be cohearsed to end the way I want them too.,,

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