roses by the fence
have clawed their way
from thawed dirt
colors hungry
as if red and yellow had
hibernated underground
all winter
and now devour
the morning
it was you and I
hunkered along the path
between thickets
our eyes foraging
twigs and bristle
that left scars
down the bark
a sight too famished
for Spring
For The Sunday Muse
What a sore and open richness, this one that perfuses your poems. You’re a punctilious master of the written sentiment. I’m happy to be your reader.
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Thank you so much! I’m happy you are my reader too!
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Hunkering along the path ~ I miss the freedom it implies. I love your poetry.
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I love the idea of colors being hungry! This is beautiful in so many ways. The longing pulls you onward. A gorgeous poem Qbit!
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Thank you!
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I applaud those spunky roses, clawing their way through the dirt to devour the morning. Maybe we could have devoured it too if we weren’t hunkered down foraging twigs and bristle! Great write.
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LOL! Yes, indeed.
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Wow, this is very, very good! What you’ve left me with, are those hungry roses devouring the morning! What an image……Bliss!
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Thank you Vivian!
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I love the colours that hibernated all winter now devouring the morning. Fiery!
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Cue: “Hungry Eyes”…
This is a rather different take on spring, a more visceral and survivalist tone. I like it, though the second part is melancholy.
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Thanks. Yeah, I’m not so sure about the 2nd half. Maybe just end after “the morning”? I was hoping I could keep some momentum, pull the reader through to something more. Extend without over-extending. Not sure it worked. I hate the last line. What a cheese bag.
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I can imagine those thorny roses pushing through the hardened earth to greet the morning sun. I am afraid the scars will remain a reminder of the spring of 2020.
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Roses clawing…colors hungry…Goodness this fabulous writing. One I wish I had written.
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Thank you so much!
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Oh! Harsh and exquisite.
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Oh the brutality of awakening. Good one q. ❤️
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Thank you!!
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I like your having spring come bursting after a long hibernation
May flowers accerated growth from April flowers.
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“devouring the morning” – Outstanding line, q! Love this poem.
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