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Friday, March 20, 2015

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Sitting
on a cracked concrete step
I look at the
depressed flat grass
that doesn't even resemble itself,
Just recently revealed,
spokes of green are beginning to peek.
My eyes close
I imagine the smell of green
the warmth of yellow
and the beauty of pinks and oranges
glowing and reflecting on
the lake that is calling me.
Likely still glazed in a layer of ice
ducks walk on the shifting plates
fish move a little more quickly
as warmth over takes the frozen water.
I wonder about the sand.
Is it blowing?
Has it molded to the shape of the wind?
Would my footprints disrupt this dance?
I wonder, miles from this place of solitude,
my paradise.

8 comments:

  1. And so soon that depressed grass will rise up and remember how to stand tall. I love the images and wondering you write about in your poem.

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  2. Beautiful Betsy! I can't wait to feel some sand between my toes! There are so many thing here that I've been missing. Thanks for painting a picture for me today.

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  3. Thinking of spring and longing for summer - love the pictures that jump out at us!

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  4. I live by a lake too. We drive by it on our way to school intentionally a few times a week just to see how much ice is left on the lake..or absorb the morning fog lingering over the cool lake. I loved your line "likely is glazed in a layer of ice"

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  5. I live by a lake too. We drive by it on our way to school intentionally a few times a week just to see how much ice is left on the lake..or absorb the morning fog lingering over the cool lake. I loved your line "likely is glazed in a layer of ice"

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  6. The longing for the warming is most apparent here Betsy.'I imagine the smell of green
    the warmth of yellow.'
    Your use of imagery is a strong feature of your poem.Your word choice walked your readers through the scene quietlyand gently.

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  7. I love the vision of the season change. It's so amazing to me how our world completely changes with the new season. It's as if it denies the existence of the passing season was even there. "depressed flat grass" "glazed in a layer of ice"

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