Thursday, 5 December 2013

Of spring dreams





Peel back the grey,
for winter is long & bare

of tulips, daffodils, roses 
crimson as the sun

Snuff this lonely candle
until watercolors brim the canvas

Insatiable & lush
of colors bright as tangerine

The day ripens like a fruit 
whilst night unfolds emerald garden

Hold me in your arms
like a spring bouquet, my love

  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub & 55 words for the G-man ~  Thanks for the visit ~

64 comments:

  1. can bring spring about while holding away, even on a crappy winter day

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    1. Bring on spring (at least in our dreams) ~

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  2. A lovely reminder of what is under all that gray! Amazing how the dullness of winter colors our moods!

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  3. Dear, I think you've used all of my favourite poetic images and words in this one: tulips, roses, emerald, crimson, winter, daffodils, love, brim, lush, tangerine....

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  4. Oh, if only the winter gray could be pulled back to reveal the depth of color that is spring and summer. At least we know colors will always be seen again...come spring.

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    1. If only though at the other part of the world it is summer ~ Thanks Mary ~

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  5. I want those colors.. I crave them.. but still many months away...

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  6. Ah! Loved the colorful words. Beautiful. :-)

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  7. We're just getting into winter here in Michigan, so your 55 words are like a breath of fresh spring air!

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    1. It's been grey and greyer here ~ Thank you Eric ~

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  8. Here it has been gray and dull for days on end so your craving for colors is something I can identify with. But I also like how you express that spring could be found in love!

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  9. There is a beauty in the stillness, the silence of winter, but the traffic accidents, negotiating all the hills of the Northwest, the soaring utility bills, the ice & slush are not our friends; ah yes, hold me in your arms, in my waking dreams, when Spring's fecund overtures are welcomed as the breath of life; nice job.

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    1. No to slush, traffic, shopping madness & shoveling of snow ~ Thanks for your poetic comments Glenn ~

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  10. I feel something beyond winter to spring here, Grace. It feels as much a rekindling of love as it does the change of seasons. No matter which or both, it is a sensual and lovely bit of verse. ~ j

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    1. Yes, its more than just a season ~ Thanks for your lovely thoughts Joe ~

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  11. hold me like a spring bouquet....i rather like that...and that is not dependent on the seasons as the flowers are...some flowers can bloom in winter....with the right kinda love...smiles.

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  12. Let's keep your poem - bookmark
    till real spring spark -
    to prove how we missed her colors...

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  13. hmmmm nice.. def. can smell the flowers and feel the passion... and what a beautiful pic as well

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  14. This poem helped me peel back a very gray day.
    I just love these tine are my favorites:
    "The day ripens like a fruit
    whilst night unfolds emerald garden"

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  15. Well done Grace. >KB

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  16. Oh nice. Love the idea of being held like a spring bouquet.

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  17. Amazing Heaven, your words always take my breath away. Talented, talented lady!

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  18. Brilliant. Reading your poetry after a very long time. I am really touched. Fell in love with your words.

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  19. have a little extra grey today... thanks for the sunshine

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  20. beautiful imagery in this Heaven. wonderful work

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  21. I so remember those grey days with no sun. Here it is still green, a bit grey - no flowers. But I do like the soft light that filtered in through my windows when I lived up north… and I adored walking on a truly frosty morning when everything sparkled like crystal - really was magical. Although, I do like December "green" in the south.

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    1. …hold me like a spring bouquet is perfect for those cold winter nights!

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  22. beautiful and always evocative; I can't even think about spring having our second snow storm this day ;-)

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  23. "until watercolors brim the canvas" lovely. If tenderness' colors could seep through the screen.

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  24. you scribe the cornucopia, Grace :) ~

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  25. How one longs for the sensuous touch of spring in the cold winter. Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  26. Yeah, it sure seems like a long long time away.
    Grace, you create such beautiful imagery.
    Loved your Vernal Ode 55
    Thanks for playing, I just LOVE it when you visit, and please have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  27. very nice... I especially liked the form of two lines... this poem had nice contrast then closure

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  28. You would post this on the coldest day I've lived so far this winter.

    - Alice

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  29. Ah, you offer one lasting bouquet of color that may well last through the cold and gray of this winter...

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  30. So love full request to a lover:)

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  31. ....always looking to spring...you address the grey and the antithesis in the prompt very well here, Grace.

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  32. Grace, love how you use words!
    Snuff this lonely candle
    until watercolors brim the canvas ~ these lines create such an image of a cold winter night longing for spring!

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  33. Won't be long....we'll be surrounded by lusty blooms after we peel back the gray. Well done!

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  34. We hold all the lush images inside to recall in the bleak days of winter as your poem says in such a lovely way.

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  35. Can't wait for spring to come!

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  36. This gave me such a warm feeling inside. I love it!

    As always, thank you! Have a wonderful weekend =)

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  37. This is a bit of warmth in winter!

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  38. Wonderful, sunny poem. I agree, it was a spring kiss to ward off the cold!

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  39. So gorgeous. I'll be re-reading this when the winter darkness tears at my soul which is inevitable. Just beautiful, Heaven. The days are so grey and flat it's hard to remember the light and the bright and your poem reminds me we can summon it at any time....if only in our hearts and imaginations.

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  40. Enviable and satisfying.
    Nothing but beauty.

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  41. lush in words and feel - a breath of spring as I watch the snow drift -beautiful K

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  42. Thanks for putting color and beauty in this dull grey day. :-) This captures my sentiments about winter.

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  43. Such a visual gift on a cold wet snowy day.

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  44. especially loved 'whilst night unfolds emerald garden '

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  45. Those last two lines ~ how magical they are ~ you have such an ethereal quality with your work Grace ~ truly beautiful

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  46. Must it be? That's what I asked myself--age 6--
    when freezing, sneezing, wet with sweat on a windswept 10º F farmland hill
    I took oath to be warm some day...thinking hell has got to be cold rather than hot!

    So here in Florida, colors everywhere all the year,--sure, cold and hot at times--NEVER so cold, dreary, depressing as I remember.

    Your work just brought these memories to me, and as day ripens, and night unfolds,
    I hold my spring boquet, my love...
    BEAUTIFUL, Grace.

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  47. Oh, how lovely - vivid and yet beautifully soft at the same time - that last verse just seals the deal.

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  48. its winter here and the sense of spring in your verses warms me up!

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