Saturday, January 20, 2018

Theatre of Season in Change




How did it get so cold?
It can't be I have got
More sensitive,
Which leaves Earth
Farther from its sun --
One and all need to
Get out and push!
Where rain-rotted tree-
Leaves fell and froze,
Bulbs are rising now
And those lift to  bring
This show of spring:
We clap our calloused 
Hands, our hurting 
Hands --intermission 
Complete-- and return
To our seats.




19 comments:

  1. Awesome poem, friend Geo ... Spring not to be seen here for a while though ... Can't wait til middle of May ... cuz that's when I can put in my garden ... smiles ... frozen smiles that is ... Love, cat.

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    1. I so love that picture ... Love, cat,

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    2. Thanks, dear Cat! This has been a cold and confusing month but I couldn't let its marvels go unchronicled.

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  2. This is so wonderful. I asked my 16 y/o granddaughter to come look. I read the poem and at "get out and push" we laughed. What a spirit lifter in mid January. Thank you.

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    1. Joanne, thank you! I find real communication is often accompanied by laughter.

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  3. Lovely, dude. Somehow, I don't think the cold you mention has anything to do with the external temperatures. The things happening in the world, especially in our own country, are enough to chill anyone's soul a bit. Though some of our ideals may seem to be frozen or wilted, new growth is coming... it's already here. There WILL be flowers again.

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    1. Lovely Susan, new growth is indeed evident. I have measureless faith in this new generation, their push and enterprise, social awareness and dedication to reason. Mrs. Obama's garden had a huge and gentle effect, an influence on young people that has no perceptible end. We'll get through the current political problems because of what other administrations did right.

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  4. This has to be my favorite of all your poems, Geo. It is just wonderful

    The days are dark, but we know that the light will come and hopefully we will again walk among the flowers.

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    1. Ok, Arleen, I won't tinker with it because "favorite" --as you are decidedly a favorite of mine. Yes, to walk among the flowers. You invoke a favorite author too, Barbara Cooney, who created what I like to call the Miss Rumphius effect. Favorite of the kids while growing up too --and mine when I find lupines by the sea.

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  5. Is there anything lovelier than those tender green shoots of spring? (maybe a baby's face, but they are not so different, either)

    I'm pushing, Geo., I'm pushing :) Because I'm feeling the cold this year, too!

    Lovely poem, with humour tucked inside.

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    1. O_Jenny, I delight in babies' faces, but my secret delight is the way babies' heads smell. New life under thin hair has an indelible effect on us. The other end changes its odor depending on its needs, but their heads smell great all the time. Keep pushing, and keep warm. And thanks for reading my poem.

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  6. Like Arleen, this poem is exquisite. Nothing like seeing brave little shoots denying the odds.

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    1. Dear Susan, those eager shoots are pushing sheltering fall leaves up and pushing our beautiful planet back toward its star. Good example all 'round. The land teaches itself to us. What a ride, eh?

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  7. Oh yes please. Winter is so awfully dark and cold. The golden daffodils spears are trying hard to pierce the gloom. Here in my garden they are not quite as tall as the ones in the picture but they are ‘there, visible’.

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    1. Dear Friko, yes they are still there, and our gardens still grow around the sun. They ask our patience for their their show, but sometimes it's hard to wait. Yet, when spring comes, we feel stronger for having waited.

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  8. Hola me paso tu blog Anna de Poemias.
    Es muy interesante tu blog pasare mas amenudo.

    Besos

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    1. Bienvenido, Manuel! Gracias por su visita.

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  9. How cold is it right now? Hope you're not freezing. Stay warm and safe!

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    1. Right now, dear Lux? It's too cold to go out and read the thermometer. No danger of freezing --this is California-- but I shall stay warm and safe indoors. You do the same in metro Manila, deal?

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