Sunday 22 March 2015

Reawakening



In the dappled light of spring
you caught my soul,
carefully you plucked it
turning it over in the palm of your hand,
inspecting its hidden depths.
It squirmed under your spotlight
those eyes
painfully stripping away at the surface
scratching the hardened veneer of shame
your nails prise it open.
Laid bare now
blinking in the meadow light
tender shoots, once lost,
stretch, carefree, self possessed
shooting wayward tendrils around your wrists.

KD 22/3/15

Magpie Tale Number 262...for the other writers work go here!




20 comments:

  1. It was as if you were coaxing spring forth yourself! ♥

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  2. These last three lines are so mysterious

    tender shoots, once lost
    stretch, carefree, self possessed
    shooting wayward tendrils around your wrists.

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    1. I love a bit of mystery Kathe!! Thanks for your comment. xx

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  3. reminds me of Host, the book. The little souls in their hands.

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    1. Hi, I haven't read it..will have to take a look! Thanks for visiting..

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  4. Very poetic expression of the vulnerability that occurs once we choose to love. The end gives it a cautionary tale sort of feeling.

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  5. Somehow spring can not resolve all pain... The sporting saplings can not save us from all sorrows,

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    1. always two sides to the coin...thanks for your comment..x

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  6. My favorite line of this dark poem: scratching the hardened veneer of shame

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  7. So ironic , to be ultimately judged by a tree .... Still , what a beautiful form for a Soul to be

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    1. i so believe that trees have souls...xx

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  8. Absolutely beautiful and soothing to me.

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    1. and to me, glad you saw that in this peace..x

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  9. So tenderly penned. My fave so far!

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