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April Musings - 10. Untitled, Special Delivery, and Seasons

Here are some more old poems. #1 and 2 were written in 1990 and #3 was written in 1992.

#1: Untitled

This year winter came early.

Igloos of ice formed

Neat walls around me,

Keeping me cozy and cold.

Not even spring heals this ice.

Seasons come and go

But winter seems to always

Lurk around,

Hiding,

Waiting to spring its discontent upon us.

 

 

#2: Special Delivery

Innocence bursts forth

With a scream of agony,

Delighting all those near.

The first choking breath

Inhales the machine-sweet

Hospital air,

And the first brick

Of the wall to come

Is nestled carefully

Into its hallowed spot.

 

#3: Seasons

The wind whispers through

Cold summer nights,

Planting thoughts and breezing memories,

Chilling me with its promises.

 

The wind shouts through

Warm winter afternoons,

Unable to penetrate the blanket barrier,

Protecting me from summer promises.

 

The wind blows dully through

Stagnant autumn evenings,

Chasing the bored leaves,

Comforting in its familiarity.

 

The wind lisps through

Frosty spring mornings,

Alternating warm and cold,

Indecisive,

Never delivering its promises.

I've been feeling a bit melancholy, so decided to dig through my old poems again. These seemed to fit my mood. Thanks for reading. :) Likes and reviews/comments are always appreciated. :)
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Parker Owens

All three are differently beautiful, Val. I delighted in the Shakespearean allusion in #1, knowing exactly what you mean about the discontents of winter. In #2, your brilliant last lines utterly shift the view and tone of the poem. This is a marvelous twist. And in #3, your observations about the wind and your return to its recurrent (and unfulfilled) promises ache with melancholy. I loved the image of the wind chasing 'bored leaves' and of the wind bringing weather out of its season. For sadness and hurt are often unseasonable, aren't they?
I send you hugs for your melancholy, but kudos for your captivating work.

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On 03/02/2017 01:19 AM, Parker Owens said:

All three are differently beautiful, Val. I delighted in the Shakespearean allusion in #1, knowing exactly what you mean about the discontents of winter. In #2, your brilliant last lines utterly shift the view and tone of the poem. This is a marvelous twist. And in #3, your observations about the wind and your return to its recurrent (and unfulfilled) promises ache with melancholy. I loved the image of the wind chasing 'bored leaves' and of the wind bringing weather out of its season. For sadness and hurt are often unseasonable, aren't they?

I send you hugs for your melancholy, but kudos for your captivating work.

Thanks so much, Parker. It's nice to know that my old poems still hold relevance. I wrote a lot more poetry back then than I do now, and a lot of it is cringeworthy. lol It makes me feel good knowing there are some worth salvaging. Thanks for the great review. I needed the smile today. :hug:

dughlas

Written at a time when life had a different perspective. Wonder if these evoke the same feelings now as they did when you wrote them ...
As I read Untitled I had to think of Gary. The words spoke so much of feelings he has shared in his recent work. Special Delivery brought back memories of wonder and awe. As for Seasons its words fly on discordant and melancholy winds.
All nicely done.

Emi GS

I have always loved every season for different reasons. And poems #1 and #3 again proved that whatever you write and how mych; there is yet found from every season and yet there is something to write about. You have done very great on the poem and showing feelings through them.

 

And poem #2 felt like, it was written for me. *whispering* that's when I was born *over and out* :lol: So I think you understand how it touched my heart and felt special. I loved the different perspective of the beautiful act. Thanks to every mum in the world. Loved it Val.

 

~Emi.

MacGreg

More than just seasons of weather, all three poems seem to describe seasons of your life, Val, which are weather-worn, exhaustive, and rejuvenating in cycles. A really great trio to show together!

 

I couldn't help but notice that all three of these poems share a common denominator: barriers. In the first poem, you describe igloo walls around you keeping you cozy and cold. In the second poem, you describe childbirth as adding another brick to the wall that will soon hold you in. In the third poem, you mention a blanket barrier that the wind cannot penetrate. Just found the common thread interesting.

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On 03/02/2017 03:02 AM, Headstall said:

Sorry you are melancholy, Val. Untitled fit the mood... fit my mood too, as did Seasons. All three were gems... contained gems... but Special Delivery was indeed special. I loved the flow of it, and the wording/feel of it... there was no melancholy there. Cheers... Gary....

Thanks for the review, Gary. I'm glad you liked them. :)

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On 03/02/2017 03:22 AM, dughlas said:

Written at a time when life had a different perspective. Wonder if these evoke the same feelings now as they did when you wrote them ...

As I read Untitled I had to think of Gary. The words spoke so much of feelings he has shared in his recent work. Special Delivery brought back memories of wonder and awe. As for Seasons its words fly on discordant and melancholy winds.

All nicely done.

Thanks so much for the review, Dugh. I definitely had a different perspective back then. I remember the emotions I felt when I wrote them, but would have to say that my feelings now are a bit of the same, with a healthy dose of maturity mixed in. It's definitely interesting revisiting them.

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On 03/02/2017 05:22 AM, Emi GS said:

I have always loved every season for different reasons. And poems #1 and #3 again proved that whatever you write and how mych; there is yet found from every season and yet there is something to write about. You have done very great on the poem and showing feelings through them.

 

And poem #2 felt like, it was written for me. *whispering* that's when I was born *over and out* :lol: So I think you understand how it touched my heart and felt special. I loved the different perspective of the beautiful act. Thanks to every mum in the world. Loved it Val.

 

~Emi.

Thanks for the review, Emi. :) I'm glad you liked them. :)

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On 03/02/2017 07:22 AM, MacGreg said:

More than just seasons of weather, all three poems seem to describe seasons of your life, Val, which are weather-worn, exhaustive, and rejuvenating in cycles. A really great trio to show together!

 

I couldn't help but notice that all three of these poems share a common denominator: barriers. In the first poem, you describe igloo walls around you keeping you cozy and cold. In the second poem, you describe childbirth as adding another brick to the wall that will soon hold you in. In the third poem, you mention a blanket barrier that the wind cannot penetrate. Just found the common thread interesting.

Thanks for the great review, Mac. I chose to put these three together because of the common theme. They are definitely very personal and I would agree with you that they highlight different seasons in my life. With the exception of #2, since I didn't write that with myself in mind...more of a generic look at childbirth, although I suppose it does have some personal implications. I started building my walls pretty early. Thanks again for sharing your thoughts. :)

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On 03/04/2017 11:59 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Sorry i'm so late.. been dragging ... All were good, Val. My fav was the first .. i liked the description of winter and it being the cause of discontent. That's just what i feel about it too.

Thanks, tim. I'm happy to get reviews anytime. :hug: I'm ready for spring, even though we've had such a mild winter. Thanks for the review. :)

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