We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

14.6.19

Wild Weather


Wild Weather

It’s wild as in mad –
not bitter and blustery,
not perilous, not extreme;
just wrong for this time of year, 
this particular season.

It’s a warm winter,
bright sun high 
in rich blue sky: the soul
feels like soaring.
Yet you are going away.

I want rain, I want storms.
The time and the event
both demand protest,
both should engender a chill.
Instead that sun is inanely smiling.

Nevertheless, I am tossed
as if in a brittle wind
and water blinds my eyes.
Oh, throw your arms around me again!
(As if you would keep me from the cold.)


Written for Poetic Bloomings as the result of a three-part Exercise in Poetic Thought (which has helped me break a recent writer's block).

Also sharing with Poets United's Poetry Pantry #483

21 comments:

  1. I love wild blustery winter weather too and this past winter we had only one storm. The weather has changed completely, to our concern. I like the way you equate stormy weather to the person going away, and find the sun inappropriate. Love the asking for one more hug.

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  2. The unnatural unreliability of the weather can leave a body and a mind feeling out of sorts. Wildness that is not our own feels weird, the way all changes much too suddenly, and the rest of us and those around us (in our hearts and thoughts) don't get enough time to catch up.

    I love the third stanza, the storminess of it. And the mysterious imagery of the last stanza is... wonderful.

    Fantastic exercise!

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  3. There are such contrasts in this poem...the soaring soul, yet someone is leaving.
    The chill, yet the smiling sun. The sadness in the last stanza feels real and leads me to reread the poem to catch more meaning!

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    1. It's largely imagined; but there is enough real grief and loss in my life, I'm not surprised that part sounds authentic.

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  4. This flows beautifully may you be swept up

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  5. I don't like driving on icy roads, but watching the snow from inside is always beautiful.
    Fall is my favorite season. I get severe depressions in the spring (because I am nothing if not ass-backwards) and the summer is too hot.

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  6. Oh I loved this one.. that last line in parentheses...just perfect!

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  7. I was beginning to get concerned too but luckily the weather here in South Australia decided to wake up and give us some proper winter rain to put a smile on the farmers faces.

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  8. There is a certain surreal quality to days after losing a loved one and the world feels so wrong while we try to make sense of the rhythm of our days without them. I love that you tied this feeling to climate change. So many of us are mourning over that as well.

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  9. Love the spirit of this exultation Rosemary and resonate with its view of the world too...

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  10. That "inanely smiling" sun! A perfect image as the rest of the poem swirls around me. :)

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  11. I am experiencing a maddening spring. The weather plays with my emotions as I walk through the storms of life knowing light still comes to brighten the day.

    I think sometimes the rain and storms jolt us to an awakening.

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  12. This is incredibly gorgeous in its imagery, Rosemary!❤️ I too love the third stanza and long for the rain .. it's very hot and humid where I live so I resonate with "sun is inanely smiling."

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  13. With climate change, so many things seem wrong at so many times of the year!

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  14. Ah such hopelessness, even if you throw your arm up, you just cannot harness the weather. Somethings we have no control over
    Happy Sunday, what a profound piece of writing

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much❤🕊❤love

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  15. I'm buffeted by your words, Rosemary! May you have the weather you wish for. (i've given up- on my end! :) )

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  16. A poem of movement, moving, too. I can feel the bluster, long for the embrace of it.

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  17. This struck me, as I read, as a, somewhat unique, 'take' on poetic fallacy. Nature is indeed in tune with man, in this poem, but nature is out of tune (from what it should be). All is NOT right with the natural world - or with the writer. The powerful contrasts work so well here to amp up the agitation of things out of sync. Wonderful writing, Rosemary!

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  18. I like the sense of abandonment. Too much rain and storms in some places. Fire starting sun in others.

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  19. i like how the last stanza contrasts sharply with the others. perhaps this is an indication of the topsy-turvy world we are experiencing now?

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  20. I am tossed as if in a brittle wind
    and water blinds my eyes.
    Oh, throw your arms around me again!

    Just as much as one wants a change of weather so also one desires a change of attitude
    of a loved one. Beautifully connected Rosemary!

    Hank

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