Thursday, 21 March 2013

On the second day of spring

I watch the glass windows-
Streaking snowflakes, relentless
As overflowing river, bursting white rage

A cup warms my hands
Every day I pour myself into its mouth
Tulip-shaped, familiar lips, predictable as a

Spoon spinning to swirl the cream,  
Its aroma rises like a tongue, fickle as a season-
Laving my skin,  chilled cold  

By ever-changing wind,  this cup  
Waits, stretching narrower & smaller 
As if wanting to swallow me-

I linger on its precipice-
Thinking of leaves-
Thinking of spring-

and you- 





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Negative Capability

Picture credit:    Artist Rosie Hardy

49 comments:

  1. pouring myself into its mouth...that's a wonderful image..also love the cup stretching narrower & smaller as if wanting to swallow...and very cool pic as well...yearning for spring...

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    1. It is blowing winter and cold wind here ~ Yes, yearning for spring ~

      Thank you Claudia ~

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  2. Such a beautiful poem! I'm waiting for spring as well. It was in the 30s this morning and snowed a bit! BTW, I also love Rosie Hardy's photos-very inspring.

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    1. Me too LM, her works are very inspiring ~ I think I have a collection based on her work ~ Thank you ~

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  3. Oh, I feel the yearning here--and identify completely. Watching snow fall right now, outside my window.

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    1. Same scene here, Susan ~ Thanks ~

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  4. this was so real for many... loved the image of the cup and the time you take with it to show us how life can linger

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  5. Beautiful, really appreciate the vivid descriptions here, absolutely lovely Heaven, I want Spring to come and take our lives over now!

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    1. Same thoughts here, Matthew, thanks ~

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  6. You create a beautiful flow of imagery and longing here. The central metaphor is compelling. Thanks so much for linking today.

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    1. Thank you for wonderful prompt Anna ~

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  7. A little spring a cup can bring.

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    1. Yes, it makes a difference ~ Thanks ~

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  8. wow...some killer lines in this grace... Its aroma rises like a tongue, fickle as a season-
    Laving my skin...whew...and the pouring yourself into it each day...oh yes, please come on spring and warm my bones...smiles.

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  9. Wonderful playful emotional POV here, morphing from cup to soul to swirling cream. Yes Spring has arrived, but so far only the trumpets announce it. It lingers somewhere out of sight, over the frigid horizon, gathering its blossoms, girding its roots, opening its loving arms.

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    1. I am still looking for it Glenn ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  10. Thinking of it too, after getting dumped on by snow at my zoo, maybe your verse will hurry it along.

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    1. More snow to come, yikes ~ Thanks Pat ~

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  11. ah, a morning cup of sorrow and yearning....

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    1. If only, thanks for the visit Dezzy ~

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  12. Oh I have a favourite cup for my cuppa in the morning although I wait for autumn, just that cool freshness instead we still have icky humidity. Even so I still have my cup of tea morning and night. Loved this stanza
    A cup warms my hands
    Every day I pour myself into its mouth
    Tulip-shaped, familiar lips, predictable as a

    so nice to have a familiar lips to drink from. :)

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  13. Incredibly sensuous, and time stopping somehow. Well done!

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  14. Terrifically sensual Grace - Keats would have been proud of you - 'beaded bubbles winking at the brim...'

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  15. Oh, so lovely and delicate. I especially like the 2nd and 3rd stanzas.

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  16. Love the warmth in your words here. It's so cold and its supposed to be Spring.

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  17. oh grace. this is a cup of wonderfulness!

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  18. I always love your sense-ual filled imagery. This is now exception. Yummy.

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  19. The reversal is a very appealing way to keep warm (pouring into the cup).

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  20. Delightful poem, with whose sentiments all would agree just now, I think.

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  21. I wish the warmth in the cup would spread to the outside! As always, thank you!

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  22. A wonderful sensory write Grace. We have bitterly cold winds and more snow forecast too - hard to believe it'll be Good Friday next week.

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  23. Seems like waiting for a guy who is separated from her for some reasons. Hope her wishes and desires will become a reality.

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  24. You have captured the both/and in the cup of tea--familiar, predictable and fickle,changing with the seasons. The cup is the warmer and comforter and then threatens to swallow the narrator along with the storm raging. My! The only stillness here is in the thinking, the leaves, spring, you. So beautiful!

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  25. I also like 'pouring myself into its mouth'...this seemed to come easily to you...lovely thoughts and we can all relate as we hold our warm cups each chilly morning.

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  27. Blazing vivacity in gentle voices! BEAUTIFUL !

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  28. Intriguing poem and intriging illustration.

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  29. Love the thought of pouring yourself into its mouth - lovely stuff!

    Anna :o]

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  30. Such a soothing poem. Thanks so much for sharing this! ~Jason

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  31. I especially love the last few lines.

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  32. if winter comes can spring be far behind..ur lovely lines are springing with life & vigour rejuvenating the spirits..GOD<3U

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  33. Beautiful work here, Grace.

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  34. an interesting verse—quite captivating; I, myself, long to indulge in the warmth of spring or to be enveloped by it—either works as long as my toes are free and warm.

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  35. So many beautiful images, I'd have to recite the entire poem. So sensuous! Love the image as well!

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  36. I am really liking your poetry, just found you this morning. Thuis was very sensual, the time of year we are still cold on the outside but long for warmth. Spring has been late in coming. Cheers

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