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This is a ‘too-early’ poem of farewell….Farewell to Winter, a welcome to Spring. But it will happen…just not now.
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Spring comes drumming through
Breaking ice in the creek
Destroying a beaver dam
And with the unexpected noise-
The un-damming of my heart
A softening of my bones
A juiciness of loins
A waving of budding branches
In a new born wind-
Encircling tender arms-
A phantom will o’ wisp lover.
Spring comes drumming through,
Cracking open where winter nailed me shut.
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Fallen leaves crackle.
Sparrows add the treble notes.
Season’s musical.
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Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2016
Tags: "The Thaw", d'versepoets pub, goodbye/farewell, poetry
November 8, 2016 at 9:57 pm
Yes, it will happen, Jane. And your beautiful poem expresses that so well.
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November 8, 2016 at 10:03 pm
I like your exuberant and noisy explosion of thaw. I will say this, the best part of winter was watching the ice break up.
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November 8, 2016 at 11:10 pm
A most wonderful write and ‘A juiciness of loins’ – the most wonderful words. Love it!
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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November 8, 2016 at 11:55 pm
Thank you, Anna!
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November 8, 2016 at 11:56 pm
I guess that’s where you have ice to break up! LOL! Thank you, Brian.
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November 8, 2016 at 11:57 pm
Thank you, Walt. And my very best wishes for you and the future.
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November 9, 2016 at 12:05 am
Loved your metaphor and symbols.
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November 9, 2016 at 3:15 am
The winter has just started here… it feels like a long winter…
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November 9, 2016 at 4:10 am
I love that will o’ wisp, and this:
“A softening of my bones” — I felt it.
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November 9, 2016 at 9:42 am
Beautiful writing!
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November 9, 2016 at 10:33 am
Thank you.
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November 9, 2016 at 10:34 am
Thank you!…..that will o’ wisp was something that just fit. LOL! And I appreciate your reading and your encouraging comment~
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November 9, 2016 at 10:34 am
Still summer/fall here.
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November 9, 2016 at 10:35 am
Some times I hate poetry, too. LOL!
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November 9, 2016 at 8:58 pm
Ohh Spring seems so far away just now as Winter rolls in! I love the sheer force behind your Spring breaking the ice and your gorgeous painting too. Love and hugs to you all 💖
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November 9, 2016 at 10:12 pm
SMiles.. slow burn
Red in Summer
Panhandle Florida
Flowers lasTinG ’till
January wHere SpRing
is year ’round.. in a land
of tropics ever moving north..
i miss those
cold
autumn
Breezes..
i can’t imagine
entire years of football
games in stadium fall
with never a desire for
hot chocolate warmth
kindling A love of youth…
i miss the cold.. and most
all..l i miss A farewell oF
hot chocolate too.. those
years
youth
in cold
fall Love..
Goes to sHow.. i guess..
iT’s all relative.. as some
folks would do anything
for an
autumn
tan oF FaLL..:)
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November 9, 2016 at 10:31 pm
Yep!~ Katiemiafrederick. I miss those cold winter days where snow falls and it hurts to breathe. Thank you for reading and your comment!
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November 9, 2016 at 10:32 pm
Thank you so much, Xenia! Am at half speed today….the elections stuff! Wow…what a surprise! Thank you for reading and your lovely, lovely comment. Hugs
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November 9, 2016 at 10:43 pm
Thanks my
FriEnd for
Your inspiring
PoEtry
For
iT is
EmoTioNs
ThAt Poetry
BRings that
IS A Essence
iSREAL..:)
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November 10, 2016 at 12:49 am
The best poems are the ones that transport it’s reader. Your poem took me elsewhere.
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November 10, 2016 at 1:50 am
How lovely, Mark! Thank you for reading and your comment. I have been snowed in (wish for that) with the post election jazz…so I’ll be over tomorrow when the smoke clears. Jane
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November 10, 2016 at 1:50 am
Thank you KMF…..I appreciate your reading and your lovely comments. Jane
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November 10, 2016 at 3:52 am
Smiles.. again..:)
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November 10, 2016 at 8:19 am
Hugs 💖
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November 11, 2016 at 7:26 pm
Beautifully descriptive and sensuous verse. I love the language used here. It ll feels so palpable. I want Spring to come to me like this.
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November 11, 2016 at 8:33 pm
LOL Paul Scribbles…me, too! Thank you for reading and your very kind comment. You made my day.
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