Musings on March, both the month and the season of the soul. Also, I did something fun with this poem. 😉
Maybe this time
All our hopes of light and warmth won’t be
Ripped away by wind,
Captured by the clinging cold spring can’t seem to shake,
Hurled and shattered on frosted blades.
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Maybe this time
All my hopes of change and growth won’t be
Ripped to shreds by shame,
Captured by the clinging nature I can’t seem to shake,
Hurled and shattered on stubborn sin.
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Miracles are signs of spring, they say,
Although this time it feels like
Riots and relapse are all these
Changes in season see fit to bring me—
Hope, anyone? Healing? Where are they?
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Maybe pain must precede peace,
All that winter before the warmth,
Riots in the soul before the rest;
Calm before the storm—or is it after?
How about dancing through the storm into the sun?
This was beautiful. The imagery is perfect for spring, and feels like it represents a new chance, a rebirth so to speak.
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Thank you! Yes, March definitely reminds me of a rebirth.
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Beautiful! I can relate a lot… you capture the emotions of March well.
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Thank you, Sarah! It’s nice to know other people can relate. =)
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I think the second stanza is my favorite. ❤
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Thank you, Rachel! Other people have said that, too—I guess we can all relate, and that’s comforting.
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Beautiful poem, Aberdeen. ❤
BTW, I tagged you over at my blog. You don’t have to do the tag if you don’t want to, but I thought it was really fun. 🙂 https://tpssarahlightshadows.wordpress.com/2016/03/16/if-i-had-a-million-dollars-tag/
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Thank you, Sarah. ❤
And oh, thank you so much! It does look really fun. *grins*
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This is all so, SO true about spring. It’s a time of change and growth for nature as well as for us. I wrote a poem in a similar vein a couple years ago that connected the change of seasons with a change in perspective that helped me get over a period of situational depression. So I know exactly what you’re saying here. 🙂
The poem itself also has a wonderful sense of flow and great word choice. Very smooth, concise, and full of imagery. Great job!
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I’m so glad you can relate and understand. Thank you for your kind words, too. ❤
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Wow, this poem is one of my favorites!! So lovely…
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Thank you so much, Savannah!
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Mmm, this is beautiful. You do an amazing job of having it flow so smoothly and elegantly, even with the restrictions of the first words. Gorgeous job, and thank you for this little reminder. ❤
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Thanks so much, Nienna. Your words mean a lot. ❤ And I'm glad you noticed the first words. 😉
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That second stanza. Yes. ❤
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Thank you, dear. ❤
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Ahh love this!! You have such an amazing way with words.
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Thank you so much, Bernie!
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That’s cool 🙂
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Thank you, Olivia!
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So lovely!
This is all too much how I feel right now.
Especially:
“Miracles are signs of spring, they say,
Although this time it feels like
Riots and relapse are all these
Changes in season see fit to bring me—
Hope, anyone? Healing? Where are they?”
LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS: “How about dancing through the storm into the sun?”
I’m sure it’s calm before and after the storm.
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Thank you so much, Leah! Your words mean a lot. I’m so glad someone else can relate. And yes—calm before and after. Thank you for the reminder. ❤
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