An Indirection
The bones are chilled now, past
invigorations of the coming spring
and its entanglements
of roots and tendrils, leaves,
and the flagrancies
of petals and pollen.
Deformations of the frost
have left the hard tubes scarred
beyond recoveries of warm rain
and fragrant air.
Too numerous now, the fine fissures
of the freeze and thaw of decades.
The filigree of stress leaves
the framework too fragile to move.
invigorations of the coming spring
and its entanglements
of roots and tendrils, leaves,
and the flagrancies
of petals and pollen.
Deformations of the frost
have left the hard tubes scarred
beyond recoveries of warm rain
and fragrant air.
Too numerous now, the fine fissures
of the freeze and thaw of decades.
The filigree of stress leaves
the framework too fragile to move.
Stark and vivid. (or vice versa) Especially like "flagrancies of petals and pollen." *
Beautiful.*
Indelicate delicacy.
Should that be "Too numerous now..."? Shut me up if I'm wrong.
strong way to open. Good piece. *
Maybe one of your best.*
Love this, especially the last two lines which are a poem unto themselves. *
Just beautiful. A+ / *
'the hard tubes scarred', what a perfect image of barrenness.
Nearly fetid:
"and its entanglements
of roots and tendrils, leaves,
and the flagrancies
of petals and pollen." *
Thanks to everyone for the kind responses.
I also especially like the last two lines. *
Thank you, Beate.
Like some others, I love the last two lines. Nice poem. *
thanks, Christian.
"Deformations of the frost"
That's beautiful. *
Thanks, Bud.
I love your language. This is beautiful.
Thank you, DJ.