Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Winter One

In the heart of Winter,
No one came near;
What choice did I have, but to
Summon you, dear?

Black are the branches,
Black are the crows;
What heart could survive by
Loving those?

In the heart of Springtime,
When my Winter One slept,
I rocked by the streamside
And bitterly wept.
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a triptych for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads

21 comments:

  1. t to the T I G H T



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  2. Love it when you go all Emily Swinburne Poe on me. I would probably be chanting this by dark of moon if I could find a suitable black rooster, because I'm pretty sure you could summon anything you needed with it.

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  3. nice rhythm to this...nice on the black birds in the center one as well...very well penned ma'am

    (he says poking his head around the corner)

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  4. Before I got to the third, my heart was breaking, Shay. Just lovely.

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  5. Well Done Shay! You captured the vacant mood of alone~

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  6. "and bitterly wept."

    wonderful way to end the poem! i love the flow of this one a lot!

    très magnifique, mon ami!

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  7. I definitely agree with the second stanza...what heart could survive (long) by loving crows! Well penned.

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  8. pure loveliness here! How you continue to capture the profound via whimsy and sentiment is admirable. Viva la

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  9. As is always the case, I get lost in the poem before I go back and notice the rhyme scheme.

    The last stanza--and the last two lines...especially moving.

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  10. The truly great thing abut this is that springtime didn't automatically flip into something upbeat, instead the last stanza used as an exclamation mark on the darkness and desperation of the piece. This is a bone rattler and a great write.

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  11. You write heartache like no one else I know, and this is a triple whammy. I love the rhyming quatrains; they add a subtle strength to the mood.

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  12. You have a way of making torture beautiful.

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  13. Wow. I went to the challenge. That's cool about a triptych. I had no clue what this meant.

    You did an excellent job with this:~) I'm very impressed. They are distinct verses, but the emotion links them...loneliness. Well, that's my uneducated interpretation:~)

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  14. Beautiful and sad. As Kerry said, you write heartache like nobody else.

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  15. Wow, Shay. I love the second stanza, and the final two lines of the third stanza. So much emotion, overflowing the short span of the poem, as only you can do.
    K

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  16. Beautifully lyrical. You sing your heart out wonderfully.

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  17. Why do I picture this as part of a children's book, replete with watercolor-and-ink drawings. Oversized. Hardback. With a nifty dust jacket?

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