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SEASONS:1 and 2 [second poem added July 12]

SEASONS I

The branches on the old birch trees
Began to feel the weight of ice and snow
First a brief crackling to show their resistance
The weaker ones fell in the hush of the ground below
All that was green and alive died to winter
Lingering ghosts frozen still
until the first breath of Spring
There is no resurrection without a death
No continuation without a Spring
Each of us dies to our season
And we let go of one dreaming
To wake and dream another

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2011-07-11 02:49

SEASONS ;PART 2

And so I wrap myself around
A blanket of soft goose down
And listen to the winter winds whistle through
cracks and crevices of these old stone walls
like banshees riding on a Winter storm
I Iight my room to dim in the little world I’m in
and listen for another branch to fall….

• BANSHEE [Wikipedia ]: The Banshee ( /ˈbænʃiː/ BAN-shee), from the Irish bean sí [bʲæn ˈʃiː] ("woman of the síde" or "woman of the fairy mounds") is a feminine spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld

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your great sight evolves another poem Geremia
Im happy to come to the library and see this work
there is great respect still for all that moves the
sacred flow of life in its transitions
the beauty of change
the power of that wonder!!

..and the mystery of existence.
Thanks, my friend

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relating to the moods of nature..its sounds..etc and their connection to our liives needs a lot of sensitivity which you have brought out nicely in this write...sadly in a material world they go un-noticed...

Each of us dies to our season
And let go of one dreaming
To wake and dream another

that's so very true...

raj (sublime_ocean)

All the signs are there in Naturebut we are blinded by fear and doubt. Thank you, Raj,

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Joe,

I like this one a lot, in fact this is my favourite of yours right now.

This felt like a metaphor, for dying, especially with the second line:

Began to feel the weight of ice and snow

I may be reading way too much into what may just be a simple and effective nature poem, but I know you, and you don't do nature poems!...that's Stan's department!

Amazing poem,

HS

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You read it as it should be read. There is nothing "gratuitous" in my poetry. :)

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The branches on the old birch trees
under weight of ice and snow--
A brief crackling of resistance
and weak ones fall in the hush of the ground below ( I love this line!)
All that was green and alive died to winter
Lingering ghosts frozen still
until the first breath of Spring
There is no resurrection without a death
No continuation without a Spring
Each of us dies to our season
And let go of one dreaming
To wake and dream another

The first half needs less anthrormorpology (making it more haiku-like) and then the second part has more weight imo.

Good poem Joe. I wonder if it is a coincidence that you returned and Kal is banned.

I suppose we trade his poetry for yours. And so it goes in the waking of dreams.

~A

This is the best thing I have ever written, Kal banned? Didn; know I have no comment [giggle]

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:)

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