I love how the first line (and the whole first stanza) seem to relate to the last stanza, which has you using the scene outside your window as a frozen river to your warm home of poetry.
By placing the two tasks that must be done together in the last stanza, you sublimely create the notion that, like seeds that feed a physical need in nature, poems feed a spiritual need in man, and need to be constantly replenished. I really like that!
I love how the first line (and the whole first stanza) seem to relate to the last stanza, which has you using the scene outside your window as a frozen river to your warm home of poetry.
Marvelous explication—thanks, Mark
It was a pleasure to read – a pondering poem. Oh, the chapbook showed up yesterday!
Ah, great, thanks for letting me know!
Thanks for sending!
The comfort one feels after reading this is not unlike a warm blanket by a fire. Really enjoyed the “revelation of now”. Well done sir!
Thank you!
and open up the book of now
that is a revelation
of your soul’s inner equinox
Great passage! Just got your book in the mail. Thank you! Can’t wait to read it!
Terrific, thanks for letting me know it made it!
Somebody told me
Woodpeckers accomplish
Their noisy nosy miracle
With a neck like a rubber band
The wide river near Montreal
Frozen so far over
You can see forever
On a clear day
Closer to home
Too
Poem written and received from frozen north river shore. Crocus blooms. Sign spring will arrive someday; in its own time.
As seasonal depression sets in, it helps to remember that, indeed, winter is temporary.
By placing the two tasks that must be done together in the last stanza, you sublimely create the notion that, like seeds that feed a physical need in nature, poems feed a spiritual need in man, and need to be constantly replenished. I really like that!
You need to replenish the seed.
You need to write this poem.
I have to love a happy Winter poem.....
Not that my Winters look anything like this!
But if they did, your poem is how I hope I would see it....
D :)
A season for everything.
I used to sit on the front porch in my coat and mittens with my morning coffee, just so I could see the Sunshine on the frost.