Raw Spring
Mar. 12th, 2010 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Morning cuts sharp as ice as it circles all above you
but you are down, in the earth
the black earth, and above only wispy husks of last year's rot.
The green is not yet real. It's like breath, a color heard before it could be seen
and yesterday you saw the nodes of branches beginning to swell.
expectant heaviness; new life ready to feed the famished survivors of winter
gauntly beautiful last-year's cubs.
and everywhere a sigh of anguished joy.
when it calls, you have to welcome in the spring.
***
This is as good a moment to mention something you all already knew, to wit, my apparent insanity, but more specifically my intention to attempt NaPoWriMo next month. NaNoWriMo has always interested me, but even though I (only once) composed a novel-length fanfic in under two months, I just don't think I would produce anything worth the effort in so little time. A poem a day, though, I think I can manage. Not that I actually think much of my poetry, or am even really certain it should be _called_ poetry, and I may not produce more on some days beyond a couple of lines describing ducks. But I think it's an interesting exercise and I'm curious about what it will do to my brain, so I'm a-doin' it.
Happy Spring.
but you are down, in the earth
the black earth, and above only wispy husks of last year's rot.
The green is not yet real. It's like breath, a color heard before it could be seen
and yesterday you saw the nodes of branches beginning to swell.
expectant heaviness; new life ready to feed the famished survivors of winter
gauntly beautiful last-year's cubs.
and everywhere a sigh of anguished joy.
when it calls, you have to welcome in the spring.
***
This is as good a moment to mention something you all already knew, to wit, my apparent insanity, but more specifically my intention to attempt NaPoWriMo next month. NaNoWriMo has always interested me, but even though I (only once) composed a novel-length fanfic in under two months, I just don't think I would produce anything worth the effort in so little time. A poem a day, though, I think I can manage. Not that I actually think much of my poetry, or am even really certain it should be _called_ poetry, and I may not produce more on some days beyond a couple of lines describing ducks. But I think it's an interesting exercise and I'm curious about what it will do to my brain, so I'm a-doin' it.
Happy Spring.
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Date: 2010-03-13 04:11 am (UTC)I guess the one I thought it was doesn't exist. D:
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Date: 2010-03-13 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-13 05:02 am (UTC)Yes! It is exactly that to which I was referring, and there was nothing using the letters "Po" to which I might possibly have been referring!
And stop looking at me that way!
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Date: 2010-03-13 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-13 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 04:59 am (UTC)