spring again perennial
stalks
of memories
hollow
give
way
to
wind
their marrow is mine
so
solid full frontal I
lean
in
to
the wind I do
not
bend
and you
and the memory
seeds
drift
away
behind
and
we all
are
free
this poem humbly offered up for OpenLinkNight at dVerse poets.
Memories can be seeds ... They also can be poison ... It's up to us to select or discard. Lovely, lovely poem, earthgirl. Always, cat. (http://catsruledogsdroole.blogspot.com/)
ReplyDeletei like the leaning frontal into the wind, letting the wind do its work with the memory and the past...finely penned angie...also love the structure...works really well with the topic
ReplyDeletesmiles...love the sense of freedom...like letting go...as the winds of change blow through you...unbending...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. The line breaks do such a great job of drawing out/enhancing the emotion.
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A unique concept - memory as the growth of green things, seeds and stalks - and interesting to see how you developed that metaphor around your theme.
ReplyDeleteImpressive interpretation of spring and how it reflects our life.
ReplyDeleteLove this:
ReplyDelete"stalks
of memories
hollow
give
way
to
wind
their marrow is mine"
Very creative way to analyze & present a different view point for memories. Your word flow is unique and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI love "their marrow is mine" Nice lean yet rich form. Good stuff, Angie!
ReplyDeleteLove the leaning into the wind ... that is my favourite image. Well done!
ReplyDeletethank you, poets, for stopping in on my words, for taking the time, and for encouraging. what a beautiful community we share x
ReplyDeleteHow much would each of us give to be free even for a moment. Beautiful.
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