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Welcome, Spring.....
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Welcome, Spring..... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Welcome, Spring…. This is the month of foolish weather, hiding seek of warm, young leaves curled slightly, holding what sunlight blessed them in their early unfold of this day, while turtle-necked, I went into the quiet of this hour, early dusk, not twilight, that in-between moment of calm wind ~ so calm I had to move the chimes with a brush of hand just to hear earlier sounds of day in swing… and at that brush of touch, a cardinal called, Welcome Home… ~*~ small chills have returned to us, no ice, yet… just breath of Winter left from the west, blown this way by a stroke of wing from butterflies beating early Spring sway from my old West coast… a place of remember… ~*~ at this age, hers [then] being mine [now], we learned to become friends. as I had thought, for children do, that the name child in her eyes would always be my spot of her love…but she came quietly, saying we can be friends now, gasping me, quieting me, although I walked towards that nuance with a measured, tethered step, it was a small crown of mature now, though I could not call someone Mother that she would now be one to whom I might tell all secrets… ~*~ but there were moments…fine moments… in a place where seasons never change, like that one night, visiting in the Short Time, where my old room was now her room this, being some decade of time later from the pronouncement of friends… when he was gone and she could no longer dream together those steps of tomorrow without him, so she sheeted her bed and quilted her nights in the old room of her daughters… I spent that time with her, massaging her legs, for they were growing cramped with medication, and chemo, re-learning that smooth of an aging woman is not the taut of a spring chick, or even that of a gloating caper… and I remember… someday I hope my legs are this soft… and lovely… for she had Steinway piano legs, thin and curvy, though as women do, she never thought they were good enough… but they were, for father would watch her move a room loving her more that she never knew of her true hold on his heart. ~*~ Tonight, in removing black turtled neck, then other sundry clothing, I thought of her, the coming Spring, Springs of my past… fast-forwarding into Summers now gone yet still to live through, now knowing why Fall feels so comfortable, how existential Winters have not yet settled into my soul… I then touched my skin, in evoke, and heard her voice, again we can be friends now. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
amazing. submitt it to the next "chicken soup for the soul" collection. they would be fools not to snatch this up. i love the sense of humor it has. the transition from white to black turtleneck was subtle but effective. you might consider not abandoning the nature motif so completely, especially since "welcome, spring..." is the title, but only if it won't hurt the feel of it. just great! -majnu |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
ah majnu...not so subtle...it's "while" not "white"... and the spring was transitional in the feelings I felt while outside...doing more than I had left here.... perhaps if I inserted that, it would be better in it's read? If you think it is lacking something, let me know... and I will consider all possibilities of a re-write, including cutting out what is not necessary.... I ramble, you know...  |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karilea, you know how I love your poetry, and this is certainly no exception. I could feel your heart and emotion in this. It was like I could see and feel the friendship between the older and younger woman than had gotten stronger over the years. Thank you for sharing this with us. Heart Hugs, Ethel |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
she never thought they were good enough… but they were, for father would watch her move a room loving her more that she never knew of her true hold on his heart. Oh yes, dear Karilea. How these words do awaken memories. Wonderful sweet friend. thankyou for this, Chris  "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ah Karilea...I again must choose the stanza my sister did, as my favourite. This is very very special...don't you dare change a word! Wonderful imagery and use of colour. Just an amazing write! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Oh, Sister Sun, this is so very lovely...it touched me deeply, and I say this as I wipe a tear... Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~~S~~ |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Muchly enjoyed this one, Karilea... particularly the way you have lead the reader through your gentle subtle ways... Regards, Sudhir |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
small chills have returned to us, no ice, yet… just breath of Winter left from the west, blown this way by a stroke of wing from butterflies beating early Spring sway from my old West coast a place of remember… ~*~ at this age, hers [then] being mine [now], we learned to become friends. as I had thought, for children do, that the name child in her eyes would always be my spot of her love…but she came quietly, saying we can be friends now, gasping me, quieting me, although I walked towards that nuance with a measured, tethered step, it was a small crown of mature now, though I could not call someone Mother that she would now be one to whom I might tell all secrets… ~*~ but there were moments…fine moments… in a place where seasons never change, like that one night, visiting in the Short Time, where my old room was now her room this, being some decade of time later from the pronouncement of friends… when he was gone and she could no longer dream together those steps of tomorrow without him, so she sheeted her bed and quilted her nights in the old room of her daughters… ===================================== but there were moments…fine moments… in a place where seasons never change, Tis called butterfly season  and ... YKTIKTYKIK.   |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea...and you complain to me about kleenex warnings! This is such a lovely feeling poem of love and rememberance! I know about that soft skin.  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Healing and renewal, acceptance and grace to go forward, while cherishing the past knowing mistakes are part of our humanity... the lotion on the legs...the touch...spoke volumes to me. I thought of the cycle, how many of us, start our lives, with lotion lovingly applied to legs and, blush, bottoms, and the where the cycle brings us to...I ramble, but somehow I think you KNOW what I'm talking about!  (Think I'll go put on some Buddy Holly now! ) and I KNOW, nobody else will understand that, but YOU do... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Karilea this is very moving ... and brought memories back for me too. Sweet melancholy ... the passing of seasons, but Spring is renewal and even though the past surfaces, it has brought us to this moment, where new sweetness waits to be savoured. Love, Margherita |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Stunningly lovely, Sunshine, you should submit this to the book! Core |
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