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    Parker Owens
  • Parker Owens
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 40. Two Winter Sonnets

Winter isn't always ice and snow.
Perhaps this pair of sonnets leave a glow.

January

Thick fall the flakes, a covering of white

will clothe the flesh of earth in bands of snow

and swaddle infant spring as on that night

when angels sang hosannas long ago.

Soon must the restless spirit of the green

rest deep in silent slumber, cold and still,

beneath the silver gaze of heaven’s queen

exhausted by its growth, as children will.

Yet soon Persephone her duvet stirs,

awaking laughter bubbling in my heart,

such joy as play below the blanket spurs

And melts the ice enough so torrents start.

Embrace me safely in our hidden bliss,

for I am made anew in winter’s kiss.

 

Cosmos

 

A patient, loving galaxy is mine;

your stars revolve in ether's perfect tune

as constellations excellent combine,

and brilliant supernovas swell and swoon.

As long as light takes crossing primal space,

the ages twixt the mover and the moved,

will not be long enough to sing your grace;

auroras by your beauty are reproved.

Yet you are also earth, my island home,

unique within the cosmos deep and blue,

my final destination when I roam,

my journey's end and lodestone pointing true.

Celestial is the pull of sweet desire

to be embraced in your terrestrial fire.

As ever, I appreciate comments and reactions, whatever they may be. Thank you for reading.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Valkyrie
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Lovely, as always.  :hug: I love your positive spin on January.  January is such a maligned month, it can be difficult seeing the good among the giant snow piles and blizzards.  

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Headstall

"for I am made anew in winter’s kiss."    ... I can totally relate, even though I spent the morning traipsing through snow, cleaning buckets and cat dishes, getting my son's sports car unstuck from sheer ice, and trying to keep up with my puppy while my feet went numb... sigh... yet... I feel alive... 

 

Beautiful both, Parker... now where are my damn slippers...? :) 

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Lyssa

I cant wait until Persephone will travel up to us again. 🙂 This dark cold hours will be over soon. Thank you for reminding and sharing.

The second is beautiful in its loving positive perspective on the universe. 

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northie

'Swaddle infant spring' is a lovely image, and I enjoyed Persephone and her duvet as well. ;) 'The ages ... will not be long enough to sing your grace' could be applied to your poetry as well, my friend. Two beautiful poems, glittering in the star-dappled snow.

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4 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

Lovely, as always.  :hug: I love your positive spin on January.  January is such a maligned month, it can be difficult seeing the good among the giant snow piles and blizzards.  

 

It isn’t always easy to love January in the north, is it? Yet it’s a beautiful time if we can unwrap our scarves and blink in the brief sunshine long enough to see. Many thanks for your kind words on these. 

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3 hours ago, Headstall said:

"for I am made anew in winter’s kiss."    ... I can totally relate, even though I spent the morning traipsing through snow, cleaning buckets and cat dishes, getting my son's sports car unstuck from sheer ice, and trying to keep up with my puppy while my feet went numb... sigh... yet... I feel alive... 

 

Beautiful both, Parker... now where are my damn slippers...? :) 

 

Despite the January cold, we do indeed feel brightly lit, warmed beneath the blanket of snow. I’m glad you could relate to these. Thank you so much for reading! 

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3 hours ago, aditus said:

I'm able to endure winter better now. Thank you.

 

I am glad these helped make the long dark months more bearable. Thank you for reading them, and for your comment.

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1 hour ago, Lyssa said:

I cant wait until Persephone will travel up to us again. 🙂 This dark cold hours will be over soon. Thank you for reminding and sharing.

The second is beautiful in its loving positive perspective on the universe. 

 

The earth will warm as she makes her way back to us; and the earth can rise and throw off its blanket. But not quite yet. For now, the green earth is cradled in rest before its exuberant dance soon to come. Thank you so much for reading, and for your comments.

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1 hour ago, northie said:

'Swaddle infant spring' is a lovely image, and I enjoyed Persephone and her duvet as well. ;) 'The ages ... will not be long enough to sing your grace' could be applied to your poetry as well, my friend. Two beautiful poems, glittering in the star-dappled snow.

 

My blush is warm enough to melt the snow.Thank you so  much for reading these, and for your very kind comments. I'm glad you liked the swaddled infant spring; it was a thought I could not bear to resist. And the ages twixt the mover and the moved was another such phrase I wanted very much to use. I am glad it worked out.

 

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10 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Winter and i are not  friends today...but your poems are wonderful.

 

Thank you for reading these. Your kind words mean a lot. But I’m sorry winter has got you down. 

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Mikiesboy
2 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

 

Thank you for reading these. Your kind words mean a lot. But I’m sorry winter has got you down. 

no ...just what happened to me yesterday.. it'll be fine.

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