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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.
Hope your May is going well too, spring or autumn.
The line about "only the guns in bloom" gave me chills. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the chills. And thank you. :)
DeleteExtremely well composed and thought out.
ReplyDeleteThat means a lot, thanks.
DeleteVery nice. It's a cool May so far, but the swamp heat is not far away.
ReplyDeleteWeatherwise, we're into summer already. No coolness to be seen for miles. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteChilling and thrilling as always, Nila. No daffodils here, not yet anyway.
ReplyDeleteAutumn 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. :-)
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 ...
DeleteMoving and poignant.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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!
DeleteIt's very warm here so feel sorry it's not the same for you. Enjoyed your post, made excellent reading.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the read. We are much too warm here :)
DeleteThe poem is bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteApril did zoom by and we are already bordering on summer here.
April was a whirlwind, and now we're in the middle of summer already, or so it feels like here where I am :-)
DeleteIt created a hole in my heart . Did i misinterpret the poem ?
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read the tags just now, after posting the comment . Sorry i forgot to add , i admire your poetry. :)
DeleteNo, 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.
DeleteI guess thats what powerful writers/poets do, make you laugh and cry and sink and rise :) :) : ) inevitable by- products .
DeleteBest wishes,
Moon
Temperatures are already in the 90s here. Can we return to April? :)
ReplyDeleteWith Love
Totally with you there! :)
DeleteSeemingly innocuos spring poem until the smell of smoke and sound of guns. Wow. Very powerful
ReplyDeleteThanks. It's an all season war
DeleteHere 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. 😉
ReplyDeleteIt totally feels like a heatwave's starting here as well :) thanks for stopping by
DeleteVery nice Nilanjana.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cyrus! great to see you here! :)
DeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
DeleteHi 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
ReplyDeleteSo true Hilary! Not sure what will finally open those hardened hearts but we must keep trying... hope you are having a great weekend too.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteOnly one season for those at war...fingers crossed that their season changes soon. Thanks for being here.
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