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As recent as the other dawning
the violets peeped from the ground
to color the stiff cold gray—
soon, over the prairie fanning
Plum blossoms of white and pink
turned green on the breast of spring
from cherry tree a solitary thrush
sang by himself a song
The lilac bush in the backyard mourns
For it knows why the air is different
I am powerless, my heart draped black
I shall weep with every spring returning
Copyright © selma 2024
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Posted by paeansunplugged in Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub:
So, for today’s Poetics challenge, I would like you to write about grief (in general or
personal). If that is something you don’t want to share, you can write about healing,
dealing with loss, or the general state of our world that brings grief to you.
“Where you travel I cannot follow
I’m not welcomed
in the valley yet. So I’ll gawk at the cherry blossoms
recalling last year, oh, Lilly!
As I regard the blooms heartbroken,
my eyes catch a laced
vapor trail. Promptly, the blue wind softens; the veil opens:
I see you waving to me from heaven.”
~ © selma
THANKS FOR READING.
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A beautiful poem, love the personification.
Thanks for saying dearest Diana
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This is so beautiful Selma – deserved a second read.
Second read? Aww. Thanks for this great encouragement VJ. ❤️
My pleasure.
Beautifully written Selma.
Gratitude 🙏 my friend 🤗
Most welcome
Lovely use of colour, Selma.
Happy you appreciated it, Kim. XO
So beautifully written, Selma. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the prompt, Punam. A good outlet 🙇🏽♀️
You are welcome, Selma. ❤️
Poignant in a subtle way. I simply loved it.
Aww 🥰 thanks so very much dear friend
You’re welcome.
nature is all knowing
She knows. She comes to our rescue
Love the image you paint, Selma – so rich and melancholic ❤️
Delighted you read, Deepthy. Thanks
Oh, Selma. This is gorgeous with a feel of tenderness and poignancy. Your writing is exquisite! ♡
Thanks for reading, appreciating and commenting —you’re such a good encourager —thank you my tomodachi
How very lovely, that connection of the grief to nature.
Kim. Thanks for appreciating XO
You’ve skilfully written about a difficult subject, Selma. Enjoyed reading it. 🙂
Kitty. Yes. A difficult subject. Thanks for reading. XoXo
This is lovely, Selma, and I can envision the ‘violets peeping from the ground to cover the stiff cold gray.’ xo
Happy you see the violets… Thanks most dearly. Bee cool.
Each word a treasured gifts if seasons could talk and you just gave them center stage.. I adore this exquisite poem, masterly crafted, Selma! 💓
Thanks for thinking that about my little poem dearest. Bless you.
A sensory-filled re-creation of grief’s awakening: so does it color our senses when it returns. Beautifully written, Selma.
So lovely you read. Much appreciate you. 👏🏽