Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Never mind the colours






The winters of your
absence so harsh and bitter;
touch me into spring
 
 
there are birds enough
wild things measure the grasses
hop on softened ground
 
 
stripped branches become
lacy with leaves, heady with
graceful green splashes
 
 
there’s a tradition
of epic remade into
verse, seasons to spring
 
 
but never mind shades
of Holi, touch me with your
colourless temples
 
 
bent, workday knuckles
the curves of wrists and ankles –
touch me into spring.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tomorrow is Holi, the spring festival of colours.  Happy Holi to you if you are celebrating.
 
 
 
 
 
For OLN @ dVerse
 
 
 

15 comments:

  1. touch me into spring

    how evocative...and cool you repeat it as it deserves it...and really like like the fluidity of your close...that last stanza is a winner...

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  2. Love the touch into spring ~ I specially adore these lines:

    stripped branches become
    lacy with leaves, heady with
    graceful green splashes

    Can't wait for it ~

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  3. I just love the last stanza and the words:

    "Touch me into spring."

    I sense we are ALL ready!

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  4. Such beautiful words...I want to be touched into spring...instead I'm being touched into Autumn (
    Fall)...

    A visit to the latest RFW post might just make your day Nilanjana!

    Denise

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  5. Loved the words "lacy with leaves" - great imagery. Happy Holi. Dropping by from dVerse.

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  6. oh yeah..i wanna be touched into spring as well...just can't wait...the repetition works so well here

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  7. My favorite is the first...wonderful.

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  8. Happy Holi to thee too.
    I love the holiday -- we celebrated at a local temple last year.
    In its simple, folky practice, it is a great way to leave colorless winter behind. But even the grey temple, the barren trees and much of Winter has her beauty and I shall miss her.
    The horror os Holika being burned to death while Prahlada survives does not seem so wonderful. Sometimes it is best not to know from whence Holidays come. I will always love Holi and always only think of it as throwing colors in celebration/traditions of community and the seasons - and of soon, like sparrows, being able to hop on soft ground.

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  9. you really have a 'touch' writing about spring's arriving ;)

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  10. The first stanza is stunningly good - and the rest of the poem is a fine continuation of that beginning.

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  11. I like how you identify so many aspects of life that converge to create a sense of spring. Nice.

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  12. Thank you all for your comments and feedback, completely made my day...

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  13. Very beautiful poem <3
    I especially loved the first and 3rd stanzas :)

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