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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
the quickening
it matters not these stinging raindrops
winter’s outrun; the pursuer alights
– an insurgent swift as leaping flames
roots rally in the rot of litterfall
waning embers of smouldering golden reds
the ice has given way and fires subside
around March, when winds blow by
Putting some heat into 44 words for De’s ‘Let’s Fire it Up‘ quadrille
42 Comments on “the quickening”
I do love the hope you express… it might feel a lot like winter this spring that’s on it’s way…
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after two weeks of serious family illness I am feeling as optimistic as Spring around the corner
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Oh .. I hope all is turning out better… we need to feel the change.
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This is absolutely exquisite and has that Robert Frost poem feel 💖 Love “waning embers of smouldering golden reds.” 😍
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flattered by the association – thank you Sanaa
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“waning embers of smouldering golden reds” simply takes my breath away.
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getting all the seasons in here! thank you De and for lighting my fire with this one
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It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Portland, Oregon today, but the rain will soon return. And so I found hope in this opening line: “it matters not these stinging raindrops.” Even when the rain returns, spring is on the way and summer soon to follow.
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Yes we will not be downcast by rain nor even sleet this close to the vernal equinox
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Lovely alliterative bit of poetry here, Laura!
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Thanks Jilly – I try not to overdo it!
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Laura, you do perfection… well… perfectly!
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you make me blush – and made my day – many thanks Jilly
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That’s an amazing line, Laura:
‘roots rally in the rot of litterfall’
and I love the final line, with spring blowing in on those March winds.
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I imagine the plants stirring to the rallying cry of March winds – thank you Kim
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I like this line about roots: “roots rally in the rot of litterfall”
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Thanks Frank
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I do like this poem, and how it flows, giving the impression of rhyme without there being any constraint of rhyme. Lovely.
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Just what I am striving for – really appreciate your comment Jane
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I very much like poems that have such a rhythm the reader seems to hear a rhyme that isn’t there, as much as I like the poems that rhyme in such a natural way the reader isn’t aware of the rhyme.
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Am rather awkward using rhyme so I mostly avoid it but admire poetry with unobtrusive rhymes
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It’s easy to fall into the trap of nursery rhyme effect with rhyme. Keeping it unobtrusive and making it add to the poem is the tricky part.
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Bringing hopes of lovely spring…
“the ice has given way and fires subside
around March, when winds blow by”
– beautifully expressed.
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indeed – and your visit was welcome too!
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Ah, March. She seems get short changed – not quite romantic nor light filled – 🙂
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Never thought of it like that Margaret – she struggles to banish winter and only manages towards the end – still she blows away the cobwebs and the last of the old leaves. She is the freshness of a new start 🙂
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Today walking around in the snow falling and feeling the cold fire of the flakes on my cheeks I totally understand the stinging rsindrops. But spring is coming. There is still hope@
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Yes it’s just winter’s last sting before Spring!
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Each line full (almost) to overflowing just bursting with new life. So good.
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Lovely comment which is just how I would want this poem to express this burgeoning month – many thanks Peter
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I love the smoldering fire in the golden rods that lie under all those dead stems!
Great Poem!!
dwight
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And the rotting warmth of those fall leaves with their fiery colours – many thanks
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Thank you! I needed this today. March is a changeable, wonderful month!
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Thank you Beth – And you the gardener stirring for the seasons ahead – hope this prompts!
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March is one of the corners of the year – the dregs of winter and the start of spring. This is a great capturing of hope.
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just a touch pre-emptive for the vernal equinox but hope is the outcome of opposites in opposition methinks
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A beautiful cadence to your poem as I read it read aloud. I especially love “an insurgent swift as leaping flames roots rally in the rot of litterfall”.
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thank you for your very nice comment Mish – I like ‘cadence’ very much – I tend to write the poem first and polish it by reading it aloud adjusting the sounds whilst hanging on to some sense of sense!
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Whoa the dynamacism of awoken spring! Makes me want to join in the play.
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Catching fire!
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Optimism; thank you. Snow is pummeling my windows. Nice take on the prompt.
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hope you have a fire to keep warm by – winter making a cursory return to the stage this weekend, like a pantomime villain
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