Friday, May 18, 2012

The Crocuses Widow 






The Crocuses Widow 

There standing in her window
the stillness of her rooms
tumbling in secret colors 
behind her 

The Crocuses Widow
standing with hand on hips
feeling the marrow clatter 
in her unsettled bones

Massive the rooted
flower 
of her
newly shooting grief

Perhaps it will be
a long summer 
after all 

21 comments:

  1. Sad. Crocuses widow or crocus's widow? Sorry to be picky, but it held up my reading of your poem.

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  2. Oh, let's hope so, Pearl! I could use a long summer. :) I love "tumbling in secret colors behind her."

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  3. Like the widow, my bones are feeling a bit unsettled this morning too. Perhaps a long summer's respite from writing and reading will help? Who knows...

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    1. Hope that comments on your BEAUTIFUL WRITING did not 'unsettle' you! If I contributed in any way -..... I AM SO VERY SORRY! Do not stop writing you are a joy to read! :)

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  4. "Perhaps it will a long summer after all" seasons always change :) yes the duration varies, its really intriguing... nice one there! :)

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  5. A long summer indeed. Expressive and poignant. Thank.s Pearl

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    1. Ah Walt - so delightful to see you here! Thank you so very much for stopping by! :)

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  6. ooh - I love this - the Crocuses Widow - conjures so many delicious sad images: love "marrow clatter" and "newly shooting grief" in particular ... Thanks for stopping by the Treehouse also!

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    1. Thanks Sharon... As far as your Treehouse ... I could live there! :)

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  7. Yes, "marrow clatter" is wonderful, Pearl.

    Pamela

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  8. Love your images, esp. marrow clatter, and the photos. Very nice.

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  9. For me your poem winds its way through grief and resigns itself to hoping.

    I like how we both used "perhaps" in the last line of our piece. Thanks for stopping by.

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  10. I like how each stanza builds upon that newly shooting grief.

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  11. The opening stanza to this really grabbed me, a beautiful poem!

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  12. Awww Daphne, Teri, Irene, "Tumblewords," and Mary.. was a litte under the weather - just read your wonderful comments - so very much appreciated ... thank you much :) Will get to all your sites - have a great deal of reading and commenting to catch up with! :)

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  13. I so love "massive the rooted flower of her newly shooting grief." Beautiful.

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  14. the crocus widow discovers grief lingers.

    great job.

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