The Omen
Seasons are but chapters, some penned wistfully,
others vibrantly alive with desire.
Today I marvel at the lifting fog
slowly illuminating earnest stemmed crocus
and snowdrops sprouting fragile yet resilient
from frost-kissed earth;
an omen to gather strength for the future,
leave harsh edge of my tongue
behind, allow my script to be scrolled
with a gentle slant, willing to bend but not break.
by Margaret Bednar, April 19, 2018
This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Get Listed with Sanaa Rizvi" - I used the words omen, wistful, crocus, edge.
Also linked with NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days)
11 comments:
Very lovely aspirations, Margaret.
Wow the weather is a marvel in its own right
Much🌼love
slowly illuminating earnest stemmed crocus -
crocus really do seem earnest stemmed - how wonderfully captured and noted - rather refreshing in a harsher climate (or all aspects and meanings on a grander scale)
I feel This poem containis a special message for all of us to “leave hard edge of tongue behind” “willing to bend but not break” I love your decsription of the day, beautiful :-)
The first 2 lines are my fave....all in all - beautiful.
We can learn from enjoying Spring's emergence. I learned today the difference between crocus and bulbs and rhizomes. Where we recently moved from I had a bed of Ginger plants. Each year they came up, bloomed tender smallish blossoms and then grew giant leaves. I cut a few but never got them ready for table and cooking use.
Oh yes, I too marvel at the lifting fog. Also at the TV weather folk as they show on their maps the fog activity.
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such a beautiful poetry this us Margs. seasons are chapters...loved it
I love your earnest crocuses, Margaret.
There is a lovely spirituality about this poem I like your resolve to be more gentle rather than sharp edged in your words. Although Margaret your poems are always gentle .
So beautifully expressed, the list words are incorporated seamlessly, as if always part of your original thought.
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