the cruel reminder

crocus abd bees 2012 002

Sunless skies, endless grey clouded over grey
crusted snow creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.
Winter, a slow death by a thousand windy cuts
an imperceptable emotional fade and they speak
so few words between them now.
Purple and orange in full bloom swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, memories
of their languid summer days
that started warm and ended warmer. Teal skies
uninterrupted steady sun their sleeveless shirts
and moist sweaty skin, her
sweet whispers assured his often troubled heart.
So many purple and orange reasons to be hopeful
but March, the cruel reminder.

2 thoughts on “the cruel reminder

  1. Seriously glad I decided to come read your work from before I met you….gorgeous. “Winter, a slow death by a thousand windy cuts
    an imperceptable emotional fade and they speak
    so few words between them now.”

    Brings to mind one of my favorites by Simon and Garfunkel
    The Dangling Conversation

    It’s a still life water color,
    Of a now late afternoon,
    As the sun shines through the curtained lace
    And shadows wash the room.
    And we sit and drink our coffee
    Couched in our indifference,
    Like shells upon the shore
    You can hear the ocean roar
    In the dangling conversation
    And the superficial sighs,
    The borders of our lives.

    And you read your Emily Dickinson,
    And I my Robert Frost,
    And we note our place with bookmarkers
    That measure what we’ve lost.
    Like a poem poorly written
    We are verses out of rhythm,
    Couplets out of rhyme,
    In syncopated time
    Lost in the dangling conversation
    And the superficial sighs,
    Are the borders of our lives.

    Yes, we speak of things that matter,
    With words that must be said,
    “Can analysis be worthwhile?”
    “Is the theater really dead?”
    And how the room is softly faded
    And I only kiss your shadow,
    I cannot feel your hand,
    You’re a stranger now unto me
    Lost in the dangling conversation.
    And the superficial sighs,
    In the borders of our lives.

    and that closing “So many purple and orange reasons to be hopeful
    but March, the cruel reminder.” perfect.

    • that is such a perfect poem and lyrics, isn’t it?
      i’d forgotten about this poem of mine, i really struggled
      to get the metaphors right and i’m still not sure i suceeded.
      i’m glad you resurrected it, i’m kinda feeling that way these days! lol!

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