Poetry Month, day 19
In Get Listed at "imaginary garden with real toads" I chose, from several lists of words to include in a poem: sensual, features, blue, mouth. (We could also be inspired by a poem about Spring in April – but where I live, April means Autumn!)
Unseasonable
Sensual Autumn fails to arrive
this April. The warm blue skies
we expected do not appear.
Instead we look up at a vast white
stippled with grey. So far, the month
features rain, thunder, wind, more rain.
The mouth of the river is rippled
with stormy waves, even before
it merges with the sea. What gods
must we pray to, so as to avert
further punishment for all our misdeeds?
Are we ourselves the gods who now
make the weather happen? Then who
indeed shall we pray to? (Mother
and Father both being gone.)
This is AWESOME, Rosemary!!! I think the trick is really just to find some enjoyment of, or appreciation for, whatever kind of weather/circumstance is happening. When your inward world fights its outward world, you are in constant turmoil, emotionally. I think we have to learn to love what is instead of trying to force what we'd like to be. Embrace the storm, then maybe the blue skies will come. Don't you think?
ReplyDeleteCertainly – but I was tapping into something much deeper than logical thought for this one.
DeleteWe are having thunderstorms since the past few days here in Kuala Lumpur.. sigh.. how I long for Autumn and Winter. Beautiful writing, Rosemary!💞 I particularly love; " The mouth of the river is rippled with stormy waves".. such a truly luscious image!💞
ReplyDeleteMy favorite days, having grown up on the third coast of Texas, grey if my favorite!!! You make it sound very inviting!
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A stunning bit of rhetoric Rosemary
much love...
It's so easy to become frustrated when the seasons seem to hesitate to change
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make the weather happen?"
This is a very good question, food for thought. I enjoyed your imagery very much.
April is March this year, everywhere. Beautifully penned, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteA poignant write Rosemary. The last lines just took my heart.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! I love it.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the question about the Gods and the avoiding of punishment... the weather sometimes does seem that way.
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further punishment for all our misdeeds? a question I ask as I chip ice on the walkways... :)
Oh, I love this, especially your last four lines. It's interesting, too, because here we're having a non-spring spring. So different, and yet so similar.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid imagery! Love it😊
ReplyDeleteThat ending is amazing! I like how you put it in parentheses, as if it is not important, even though it is.
ReplyDeleteI think the gods are really riled up at us, messing with Mother Nature can come back to haunt.
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I think the weight of that clouded sky is sometimes hard to carry... I hope for some parting of clouds for you...
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