Saturday, 11 February 2012

On choices



the day is still 
embrace by evening frost  


at a distance,  slender trees lean
and stretch into the blue grey sky

stirring my spoon into white cereal bowl,  
i sit in the silence, watching the sunlight


slowly melt the snow drops on red rooftops,
burnishing the ground into puddles of silver


the seasons of winter and spring 
entangle and dance on my window frame


undecided which way to blow, 
a leaf leaps and falls into the water basin,


blades stretching to savor the cold air, 
veins throbbing with color and light  


like the scrapbook of pictures gleaming
bamboo framed in coral shells, I see 


as I sip my morning rose tea,
nothing else pulsates than this, 


i am here, 
it is my choice    
  


“You have no choice but to choose."
-Jean-Paul Sartre  


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Weekend Challenge - picture credit:   Talon   and D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics Poetry and Philosophy  

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45 comments:

  1. our lives are a series of choices...even if we choose to emulate the leaf and allow the winds to blow us where they will....or even in choosing not to choose...we do.

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    1. Thanks Brian. I also wanted so show the contrast of the leaf on the ground, and on our choices.

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  2. I like the quiet feel of this.

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  3. There is such a wonderful sense of peace here. The choice to live and be in the moment so precisely drawn and savored. That is what often happens, distracted by the busyness of our lives we simply cannot or will not choose to be for a while, be ourselves in the moment. And when open up to it, the moment in all of its fullness rests in us as we rest in it. Each thing is born anew, as we ourselves are new renewed by time.

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    1. Thanks Charles. Your thoughts are very much appreciated. I am thankful that I live in the quiet side of the city, and have the time to reflect specially on weekends. Weekdays..I am too busy with all the distractions of work and family. Thanks again for hosting the prompt.

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  4. I really like, as Mama Zen said, the quiet feel of this.

    There is a sense of peace of mind and soul as I read it.

    Thanks for sharing,
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

    PS, I'd add a photo if I knew how. ☺.

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  5. This is beautiful, the whole thing, but I love these two lines:
    "the seasons of winter and spring
    entangle and dance on my window frame"
    Of course, it isn't true here yet. Spring is an illusion, and the truth of it won't arrive until May, but in the meantime I can imagine winter and spring entangled and dancing!
    K

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  6. Choices are alternatives! Good or bad a choice is expected.The quietness in choices here is a measure of maturity and luck maybe.

    Hank

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  7. Ah, you have no choice but to choose indeed! We can't avoid it. Choice is an inevitable part of life.

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  8. A lovely piece Heaven, the image of the leaf is beautifully sweet...

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  9. Lovely imagery, very gentle, almost a daydream :)

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  10. Very peaceful and meditative... a breath of fresh air. = )

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  11. Peace here as well as a sense of resolution. Why give up a good thing? Beautifully done.

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  12. Very vivid images, Heaven. And a lovely evocation of mood.

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  13. 'The seasons of winter and spring entangle'.....loved those words.

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  14. Everything is a choice, some more so than others, but always comes down to us. Nice and peaceful mood you set.

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  15. A sense of peace to sit and watch the seasons dance...beautiful!

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  16. Love the poem and then you quote my favourite philosopher ... I've been surprised that no-one else has mentioned the great Sartre ...

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  17. Wonderful imagery. I love this:

    the seasons of winter and spring
    entangle and dance on my window frame

    -H

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  18. i like how you capture the morning mood and weave it together with the reflection about the choices we make daily..so much is up to us...where we are and what we do... and not always easy decisions..

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  19. your text is like a painting, I can see each word and feel the air...thanks

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  20. Almost a montage of images. One that works extremely well, a fine achievement.

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  21. we are lucky to have choices ....great imagery and love the flow of this also it's serenity ...thank you x

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  22. I came back to read this again. Each time something new 'strikes' me. This morning I am struck by these lines:

    the seasons of winter and spring
    entangle and dance on my window frame

    Some days are like that here right now as well. So beautifully expressed!

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    1. Thanks Mary for your lovely words. I get my inspiration from the seasons here in my side of the world.

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  23. This is an excellent mood piece - very fine writing.

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  24. Most days I feel like that leaf - really excellent!

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  25. Beautiful - powerful closing lines. Love the bamboo framed pictures in coral shells.....I can see the frame and the allusion to a more exotic place in that reference.

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  26. I like the way the rhythm and pace of this poem create the right atmosphere and match the words. I felt the mood flow into me as I read.

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  27. lovely.

    and the quote at the end...
    nice!

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  28. beautiful encapsulation of the wonders of precious moments.

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  29. enjoy your choice,

    lovely descriptions,

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  30. "the seasons of winter and spring
    entangle and dance on my window frame" Oh how beautifully expressed!

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  31. Lovely imagery. What I wonderful place to choose to be

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  32. So gentley you tell us very loud truth.

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  33. nicely done touch of seasons changing, and the speaker's choosing to be within it, really enjoyed it, thanks ;-)

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  34. This is so serene and easy flowing.... I really like this.

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  35. In the quiet of the morning, we brace ourselves for the choices of the day ahead... Tea is more poetic, but my cup is full of coffee (and cream). This is beautiful whisper of a poem.

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  36. embrace by evening frost - this line is so great - it really sets the tone of the poem.

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  37. Felt like I was gazing out your window, experiencing your scene!

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