Mourning Cloak Butterfly resting on milkweedNymphalis antiopa
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Butterflies with sooty wings
. ........Fledgling Poet
To whom it may concern,
That at a place far away
On this distant date, March 1, 1972
“The day dawned with a slight haze which gave the eastern horizon a fresh, rosy veil to clothe the awakening sun.”
I saw and confirm hereby,
That at a place nearby
And most recent,
IT DIDN’T!! RDS
Warmed by March sun, a tinge of spring arrives.
On non-storm winter days
When cold penetrates the body,
A silence penetrates the soul.
Painful is the lonely silence,
Seems no life is found.
The soul exposed is naked
As trees devoid of leaves.
Soon melt replaces silence.
The loosening winter grip frees
Thoughts as well as streams.
The winter melt is transient,
Come and go, give and take.
A front goes by, winter appears,
Approaching lows westward pass
And spring magically appears.
...........................................RDS
.......WORDS
Words
Said often enough
They soon give up their meaning
Words
Said often enough
They soon become no meaning
Words
Said often enough
they are just noise and scratchings
Wandering inside the brain
Lost, confused
Devoid of sense,
Between noise and knowing.
Words anger or console,
Connect sense to idea.
Imperfect means to spread the word
Masking as reality.
Even in disconnected words,
Beauty can be found.
What is sense? What is idea?
......................................RDS
1 comment:
Great minds think alike...how funny that we both wrote about 'words'!
Speaking of words, these here really resonated with me:
Warmed by March sun, a tinge of spring arrives.
On non-storm winter days
When cold penetrates the body,
A silence penetrates the soul.
Painful is the lonely silence,
Seems no life is found.
The soul exposed is naked
As trees devoid of leaves.
Soon melt replaces silence.
The loosening winter grip frees
Thoughts as well as streams.
The winter melt is transient,
Come and go, give and take.
A front goes by, winter appears,
Approaching lows westward pass
And spring magically appears.
You expressed with words exactly how I feel every year at this time...trying to hang on and not let the winter blues take over. And every year, thank goodness, spring arrives just in time to rescue me.
Beautiful post, as always! :~)
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