Thursday 11 May 2017

Back in the groove


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As May isn’t spring everywhere, there are
some days of different shapes and perfume.
A few miles down this road, not all that far
a different season of an endless war -
no daffodils there, only the guns in bloom.
But you may light a candle in this room,
a change of smoke masks scorched flesh and burnt tar.


You may turn the page and let chapters close,
may press the required key and work the knob
till it’s spring again and the daffodil grows,
everything here pleases the eyes and nose.
Just a couple of tweaks will do the job -
turn up the sound and drown out the faint throb
and phantoms of smoke outside these windows.





Okay, April has zapped, zipped, zoomed past taking A-Z with it and boy, was it a continuous funfest blogparty or what? My head barely stopped spinning - too much merrymaking - exhausted by the end of it, but in a good way. Took some time to get my breath back, but now I'm back in the usual poetry mode in my usual whingy avatar, and all is proceeding towards sunshine and drawstring PJ's and comfortably smug n snug here.  And no wonder. Because - 119. That's the wordcount of this 7X7 sonnet.  You just can't beat poetry for teeny-tininess, you can't! 

Hope your May is going well too, spring or autumn.



32 comments:

  1. The line about "only the guns in bloom" gave me chills. Well done.

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  2. Extremely well composed and thought out.

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  3. Very nice. It's a cool May so far, but the swamp heat is not far away.

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    1. Weatherwise, we're into summer already. No coolness to be seen for miles. Thanks for stopping by.

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  4. Chilling and thrilling as always, Nila. No daffodils here, not yet anyway.
    Autumn weather here has finally brought some cool relief from a terribly hot spring and summer. I, too, might finally proceed towards drawstring PJ's. The cool is all too brief Down Under. :-)

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    1. No daffodils here either, don't think they thrive in this climate :) Cool is all too elusive where I am so I can relate - ds pj's are strictly a figure of speech ...

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    1. Not sure how it's connected, but this one definitely owes its being to those amazing trees in autumn photo post of yours. Thank you!

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  6. It's very warm here so feel sorry it's not the same for you. Enjoyed your post, made excellent reading.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the read. We are much too warm here :)

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  7. The poem is bittersweet.
    April did zoom by and we are already bordering on summer here.

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    1. April was a whirlwind, and now we're in the middle of summer already, or so it feels like here where I am :-)

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  8. It created a hole in my heart . Did i misinterpret the poem ?
    Moon
    https://aslifehappens60.wordpress.com

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    1. read the tags just now, after posting the comment . Sorry i forgot to add , i admire your poetry. :)

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    2. No, you did not misinterpret, but all the same hole in heart wasn't the objective :) wish some others had soft hearts enough for holes, though. Thank you.

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    3. I guess thats what powerful writers/poets do, make you laugh and cry and sink and rise :) :) : ) inevitable by- products .
      Best wishes,
      Moon

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  9. Temperatures are already in the 90s here. Can we return to April? :)

    With Love

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  10. Seemingly innocuos spring poem until the smell of smoke and sound of guns. Wow. Very powerful

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  11. Here in Texas we like to really mix it up; Two days of summer, three days of spring, a night & a day of winter, a heatwave that brings 7 inches of rain and then more gentle spring. 😉

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    1. It totally feels like a heatwave's starting here as well :) thanks for stopping by

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  12. Your poem brings up a good point. It isn't spring everywhere, is it? Those dealing with war or just on the other side of the globe are experiencing something quite different than flowers and chirping birds.

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    1. It has always felt a bit unfair to me that all our references for holidays/festivals/events are based on the northern hemisphere, and also ignores those less privileged.

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  13. Hi Nila - that invisible wall, or barrier, between anger across the border, letting itself lose hurting others ... spraying red ugliness everywhere ... so desperate and we sit with Spring beautify blossoming forth - somehow we need to get all people's hearts to open up to goodness ... have a blessed weekend - Hilary

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    1. So true Hilary! Not sure what will finally open those hardened hearts but we must keep trying... hope you are having a great weekend too.

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  14. I grew up with survivors of what we still call the Holocaust - but theirs was far from the only one. What is a spring for those at war? The imagery is stunning.

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    1. Only one season for those at war...fingers crossed that their season changes soon. Thanks for being here.

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