When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.
I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.
This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?
PAST WINTRY PAIN COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN WE START AGAIN
Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear,
Where a rich serenity
Holds me like a friend who’s near.
When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb.
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian. The 44-word poem must contain some variation of the word “gather”. The form I am using is a variation on the rubaiyat which I will be featuring this Thursday.
Photos: “Gathering of Blue Blooms and Snow”, above, “Spring Beginnings”, below.
Swinging from the family tree
Learning that the mystery
Isn’t what we have to know
But the joy when we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of spring. Of the photos she provided for inspiration, I was thinking of the one with the two children swinging from a tree. The form of this poem is a tanaga. I will feature it on Thursday.
Photos: “Bird in Tree”, above, and the swing Lillian features, middle, and “Somewhere in Colorado Springs”, below.