poetry and prose
THE SKY IS MIXED WITH BLUE AND BLISS
Hello to spring,
And my growing soul.
Sunshine through the window,
And I’m in throws of memory.
Your tendrils break the surface,
And we hang on tight as you thrash
Your way out of winter.
Winter, that shiver that
Always makes me feel alone.
dVerse Poets Quadrille #144 “shiver” image is “Breakfast with the Birds”, 1934 by Expressionist painter Gabriele Münter. Fair Use. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
Thank you, Laura! I’m glad that you liked reading it.
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Beautiful poem ❤
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Well constructed proper poetry like this is lovely. I told you spring is coming! 😂
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Thank you, Grace.
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Thanks, David! 💕
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It’s just around the corner, I’m told.
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Love the words and the sounds of reading this one aloud. Oh yes…when winter hangs on it does seem like spring is thrashing to sprout and bloom and warm the earth! Love the illustration and that ending…that shiver in winter….so many times stuck inside and alone. Sometimes, toward the end of winter, it’s hard to have that “nesting” feeling that comes at the beginning of winter when we honker down with books, candles, etc….by the time March rolls around, we’re thrashing to get outside again!
I’ve been “nesting” for two years, and now I’m afraid to “fledge”. It’s pathetic.
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Spring does thrash its way out of winter. I like the image you chose to accompany your poem. Any day with sunshine is a good one. I was out walking the other day and saw a small patch of blue in the clouds and it perked me right up.
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Thank you, Mish.
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I’m hoping for daffodils by end of next month! 🌼
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It's Still Life 
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