4.01.2019

Unlike Emily Dickinson


Truth is
I am not ready for Spring
with her fragrant
beginnings
preferring to dwell in Winter
slow-flowing under ice
dormant like heredity
characteristically sullen
refusing Sustenance
the possibility of freezing
and endings


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14 comments:

  1. I hope to be able to, in this lifetime, get to experience spring in your hemisphere. xo

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  2. Changes we have o accept and may be its better for all to accept.

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  3. Beginnings and endings but slow-flowing time does not stop.. we must push on.

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  4. While dormancy might tempt me sometimes, cold does not! Yet your beautiful words and phrases almost make it sound desirable. :)

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  5. Oh! I know that feeling, and you have expressed it deftly.

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  6. I know exactly what you mean!💜 I had grown accustomed to winter here when suddenly Spring snuck up 😊 it's all about change at the end of the day!💜

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  7. Here we skipped spring and went straight to summer. No rain in a rain forest, very alarming. Hard not to enjoy the balmy weather, but we worry about the trees. I love the tone of this poem, and the title.......it is hard to write of hearts and flowers with the world gone mad.

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  8. There have been times when I felt like that, Marian, when the wintry landscape reflects the emotions. I love the lines ‘dormant like heredity / characteristically sullen’ – yes, I remember that.

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  9. I love the sheer compactness of this poem Marian - compacted still under winter and reluctant to melt - yet awhile.

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  10. Your poem is lovely in brevity and compact shape. We are still back and forth with winter and spring down here. I am never ready for the beginning of hot humid summer!

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  11. sometimes the promise of Spring results in a solid grumpiness, despite the teasing and awakening of desires, such as it is, such as we are, uncompromising in our set ways, once we've become accustomed to winter's hold - you've captured that in transitional feeling very well

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  12. Sometimes the winter season sets so hard upon us we can't move into spring or trust a warm day will really end winter's hold. Beautiful

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  13. It's interesting to compare phenology notes. Sherry in BC skipped spring and went straight to summer, while here in Virginia, on the opposite side of the continent, we're having a deliciously long slow cool spring with the longest bloom time for early spring flowers I've ever seen or heard of. (Cherry blossoms appeared in the week before last, and some of them are *still* on the trees!)

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