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A Tale Of Splitting Wood, And Jonquils
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A Tale Of Splitting Wood, And Jonquils |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 Sun rays seek the space in cloud-rips, Dripping warm on one dividing Oak and Maple blocks...a whole can double By swinging, maul-ax titan force. The edge of steel writes marks of math, When something two, nets show of four Wood subtracts the cold from March, When night deciphers numbers south of frost. "Wood will warm a person twice" Once, to me an old man quipped "First by lift, and arc of ax, And once again, when kindle lit." ******************************************* Bending near a last-year flower bed To rake up errant chips, that flew- Alighting on the graveyard mulch, Where red begonias died without regret- Leaves all melted, tombstone gray With subtle hints of freeze-burnt blood; Scarlet tissue veined, now varicose Like zombies live, but really dead. Reaching for lost shards of kindling; Wonder gripped my eyes, a something Green, with saber tips was pushing Up through shields of thinning frost. Resurrected ghosts in chartreuse coats, With swords that pierced the mantle Were done now-done with tax of death; Insisting kept--was the promise of the son. Fulfillment sometimes is delayed, But natures pact will always hold--is solid. A word was said, unspoken, late last autumn, That woke a memory in spring of things forgotten. Narcissus gold shines like spoils, Took in wars that raged all winter; While I was stoking late spring fires, Challenged Jonquils won their battle. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." Carl Sandburg |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Well, the shadow danced its arse off within the lines of your wonderful springy springtime wakeup call from nature fairies to your fingertips o'er the keyboard and you let fly. Hearkening back to times before, Mr. Ice, man, you took the challenge and the warmer temperatures, plus the secret of life returning and gave readers of PiP a lovely serenade, and we are all better for it. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Ahh, so rich in its loveliness, Ford. I love your thoughts on nature and its bounty. Owl |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
****jaw on the floor**** There are layers and layers of thought and emotion in the stunning visuals and rich scents that bathe your poem in springtime beauty... This is the kind of stuff I like to weave a verdant mantle of...to wrap around my shoulders and ward off the rain....I swear...you swept me up in this...from beginning to end...so many thick and textured lines.....just...wow, Icy ~*~  |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
jesus...& who dare resist the jonquils ! You are brilliant. XOXO |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Wow, you see delicate beauty, straight arrow truth, in the cycle of life, wow! Ms. E |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Jerry Yes, Jerry...this poem is the shadows that dance at the feet of newly emerged plants of all kinds. Thank you for reading and the reply. * Diana So nice to see you here again. And I am made rich by your reply. The thoughts on nature you see in my poems, comes natural. as I am part of it, and its bounty. Thank you. * ma belle mia What can I say but thank you...thank you for seeing so deeply into what I say. Situations speak, and show themselves to me, and I just repeat what I see and hear. A country boy learns to do this by paying close attention to details when young, also having older men around all your life helps...some of them are prime with wisdom. Thank you for the flattering--deserved or not, it feels good.....:-) * Ms E Thank you Ms. E Nature is delicate, and also cruel...but is indifferent to its effect.. Death or life, it chooses each...and both are filled with intigue. What I try to do is write about how it will balance, if left alone by human intervention, "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Man-o-man! You split the atom, again! Excellent write, ice. I so enjoy your poetry. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This has math in it. How can I resist that? I'm never going to be skilled enough, intellectually, to fully grasp all of the deeply layered intent, as some others are - but what I do know is that I enjoy how tactile your poems are. They are full and rich and satisfying. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Icemigo...muy cool stuffing of sun balls into the spring net visuals. It is like you sift the water through your fingers and just keep the shiny parts sometimes. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've done the first many times and love the second... how could I resist your title? *S* I've even heard that adage spoken... but didn't appreciate it, since the cutting and splitting was on a sweltering day. LOL Resurrected ghosts in chartreuse coats, With swords that pierced the mantle Were done now-done with tax of death; Insisting kept--was the promise of the son. The entire poem is wonderful... but I especially love these lines!! Beautiful work! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You had me at the silent "my father did this" then again at the silent sound of blooming [she births yet again]... then at the fragrant flooding of life, and always, always, at the song that sometimes I only hear from the east. Brava! "The business of the poet...is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things." Thomas Hardy |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Lovely poem, Ice. I am forever intrigued by the beauty and fortitude of nature. Ida |
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splashMeadow Junior Member
since 2011-06-09
Posts 20UK |
Bursting into Spring with a flourish of colourful metaphors. Words wielded as skilfully as the axe... cleaving perfect verses out of all that could be said of the nascent Spring. Enjoyed the uniquely perceptive imagery and metaphysical spirit that make this poem stand out. Just perfect really. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Hey, all the good compliments are already taken so um I'll just say WoW!! Way cool stuff you got going on there Ice.Lori |
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