Peach blossoms in the back yard. Spring
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Lady Nyo
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Plum Blossom Snow
The present snowstorm of
White plum blossoms
Blinds me to sorrow.
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They cascade over cheeks
Like perfumed, satin tears
Too warm with the promise of life
To chill flesh.
This week I finally finished “Kimono”, a novel I have been writing for eleven years. This above poem comes from that novel. “Kimono” will be published in a few months on Amazon.com.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018
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February 22, 2018 at 3:27 pm
Beautiful, Jane!
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February 22, 2018 at 3:29 pm
Thank you, Frank. I wrote this for “Kimono” but it has meaning for me beyond that book. Thank you, again!
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February 22, 2018 at 5:03 pm
Those blossoms blind one to sorrow in spite of being “satin tears”. That is a nice way of seeing them.
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February 22, 2018 at 5:08 pm
Thank you, Frank. I like the sensitivity you put into this read.
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February 22, 2018 at 6:03 pm
A beauty of a poem Jane.
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February 22, 2018 at 8:15 pm
Thank you, Darlin’ Spring has sprung here, daffs, tulips on their rears coming up and all signs of Spring. Go back! Go Back!~
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February 22, 2018 at 9:21 pm
I love the idea of being bound to sorrow by blossom and the way you’ve described the tears, Jane:
‘Too warm with the promise of life
To chill flesh’.
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February 22, 2018 at 9:29 pm
Thank you, Kim. Probably my favorite poem. Thank you for reading and your comment. Later gater.
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February 22, 2018 at 9:31 pm
🙂
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February 23, 2018 at 1:45 am
Those white blossoms are beautifully blinding. Congrats on your publication Jane.
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February 23, 2018 at 2:14 am
Thank you, Grace. It will be a couple of months before it gets published. Right now I am at odds with my editor over the usage of the term “cock” (as in the Cu Chulainn myth) and too much historical knowledge. it’s a fine line to walk but it’s easy to fall off the path.
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