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Stillborn Spring Stillborn spring
cold callowing bloom
crisping tender leaves
tepid flower's doom
death rebuking hope
or winter's last wound?
stealing the gold
but not the green
still born, spring
the photo tells the story of our spring around here. it came forth so faithfully and yet got smashed by repeated freezes. the trees were left looking like fall. as i walked to work each day i just kept looking at those drooping leaves that just days before were golden. these words captured it for me. there's lots going on in this metaphor. any thoughts?
I suppose this is why the general Kentucky rule is no gardening prior to Derby Day-- which is coming soon.
Labels: poetry
posted by John David Walt | at 4/23/2007 09:12:00 PM
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We have expectations that things happen, but we don't really think about them until the "this always happens this way at this time" event, Doesn't happen, ie, the leaves on the ginko trees. Perhaps it's a creative reminder to not take anything, anyone for granted. Perhaps it's a reminder that whatever we experience, encounter each day is meant for that day. Interestingly, it's usually some type of death/dying encounter that shakes us from our autopilot existence and causes us to notice, to ponder, to evoke poetic thoughts even. Yes?
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