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Thursday, March 29, 2018

Equinox

I'm as plain and brown as mud in March.
I'm a stone in a river; I don't move much. 
I'm the dull-bound book with the faded cover,
But my pages will call you to next and another.

See the yard all strewn with last year's leaves--
See the unassuming chair, the sparrow, and...me
Dreaming at mid-day-- as roots are, too,
Seeming still-- but restless and drawn to do

Our turning and rising as the season commands
with sure sense of continuance--like ampersands.
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For Fireblossom Friday : Poetic imagery. I'm hosting at Toads. Come by and join us!


16 comments:

  1. Well, both of me likes being a Gemini too.. I adore the poem. The rhyme, and form lend a comforting frame to the thoughts, and the couplet finale is ridiculously good.

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  2. Your imagery is always unexpected and, because of that, amazing.

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  3. I enjoyed reading your poem, but the image really caught my attention...I kept reading and looking...and loved every word and every moment of looking at the curious image.

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  4. This is gorgeous, and I always swoon when you rhyme.

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  5. I adore clever "near rhymes" the rhythm is delightful. I always enjoy first person poems and I also love the understated way she describes herself ... Lovely!

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  6. The cadence here lulls even as the images surprise--like MZ, you know I love it when you rhyme. And all I can say is, even as a gardener who has spent a lot of time with it under my fingernails, I never knew mud was so cool.

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  7. The first stanza is a corker, Shay! I also love the final simile:
    'Our turning and rising as the season commands
    with sure sense of continuance--like ampersands'.

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  8. I love the earthy imagery. When used in this format it adds a note of whimsy to the words, which already have drawn the reader in so that they are curious about those mysterious pages in that ordinary seeming book.

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  9. you sucked me in from the opening line with curiosity -such vivid visuals and - especially liked the juxtaposition of "the unassuming chair, the sparrow"

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  10. My husband met online. I described myself as plain and shapeless as a grocery bag but full of gourmet delights. It is nice to see someone else describing themselves as plain but...as a stone, unmoving. I too liked the juxtaposition of "the unassuming chair, the sparrow". I keep saying these words to myself.

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  11. superlatives fail me... but not you ~

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  12. The image of the faded book with the pages says so much more than "it's the inside that counts", and there will always be more ... always ampersands. Great writing.

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  13. I love the rhythm, as if our minds are meant to dance to the portrait of this (seemingly) plain girl. There is nothing plain about rich March soil. And what word lover would ever think a well-read book dull?

    I'm taken by how you make complex feel so simple, while showing us why it isn't simple at all.

    Yum.

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  14. Lets hear it for the hinge which keeps doors opening. And take a bow, ampersands.

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  15. A riddle with attitude and rhythm. ....good one.

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  16. The image of the roots is very powerful. The rhyming works well - subtle, and unassuming, but adding strength, as if it's an additional image in itself.

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