Rebirth by ~Cutteroz
I selected a poem, by Mary Ann to use as my springboard. Kenia's prompt was to use another poem and have a conversation with it. I love Mary Ann's poem, after I selected it, I wondered what was I thinking. I think I can say this one poem, fits both prompts...
Have you had any moments of rebirth? I would love to hear about it! I had a second chance on June 18th, 1987. I woke up in a hospital. I was in a diabetic coma; my blood sugar was 1380.
I'd have to say, I am feeling the pain of sharing a computer. It is throwing me off course. I feel my routine is off. I also am seeing new things I want to make and do. Time out I guess, gives us insight... I miss blogging, I miss visiting blogs, I miss you! I can see clearer, mistakes I have made, what I now need to do to move on. My new computer is suppose to arrive today. A box of pieces and part that will be used to rebuild what we have. I can't wait!
Mary Ann used the concept of augury, the practice of foretelling events by the formations and the chattering of birds. She doesn't believe in the practice, but likes the sound of the word and the images it gave her. I love this concept and her poems so evokes this foretelling mood. After I selected it I wondered what I was thinking.... Her poem is beautiful and evokes the fine details of the foreshadowing season. I love it~
On days of pippin'
wintersweet and moss
sudden crisp skies,
and smoky apples,
I hear little echoes just above
the bare-boned oaks-
tiny clicking bones
wing upon wing
a pattern darkly geometric,
outlined with a strong hand
whitened erasures of sky,
an epic of such miniature proportions
it subtleties lost on smaller minds
who says to themselves,
"It is only the wind"
quietly sip their midnight whiskey.
My take is about seeing signs of Spring, the rebirth of earth and one's mood:
sweeps the earth with harsh strokes
her broom a tangle of webs, moss and fossilized memories
beneath forest floor undertones of green hide
mingled with permafrost and mud's decay
blended top notes of green ferns and crystal musk
base notes of cedar, amber and sweet violets
their alluring perfume
liquid sunshine warms and saturates the illusion
of false starts
maybe, maybe not
a chorus of peepers
Bare boned oak sways
green buds pop like corn
her branches signaling
to wings half a day away
their aerial stunts will entertain her
wisps of low lying gray nest
Blonde caterpillar is no longer
wearing her stripes
attract Purple Finches
Charlotte weaves a web before noon
through earth's mired muck
tiny green soldiers
their mission imprints mine
tiny shoots nestled in dreams
spiked with hope
another glass of liquid sunshine
can't be swept away
Latched Gate ~ Kenia Cris
The Sunday Challenge over at Toads, was inspired by Kenia Cris. She loves to take photos. She has a poetic eye. I chose this photo to inspire a poem. It kind of goes hand and hand with how I feel right now.
gather at recess
why must I wait?
awake fear's giant
of shattered dreams
why must I wait?
Reflection sees faded paint
worn, faded focus
why must I wait?
I now see beyond
the frail gate
prisoner can escape
instilled in mind's eye
fresh paint, bright green cheer
peer through key hole
through slats of wood
another spring will open gate
When my birthday girl arrives home, she will help me pick the winner of my Giveaway!
I will announce the winner soon!The winner is Heaven! Please email me your address and I will get it off to you : )