At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to choose from either provided sentences or to write a few words that come to mind and to change a word(s) to its derivative and then weave the word into a poem.
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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
Winter's Reign Her coffin was a tempest raging, sharp daggers of flashing light, awash with cold water down its sides, clouded in foreboding darkness, she was restless even in death and, sensing a struggle we rushed forward and placed her hands in repose and closed the lid, no more will she rage in these parts, time to celebrate her passing. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Exquisite writing … winter comes too soon in my part of the world.
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Commiserations Helen, I am whining about cold winters by our standards (mild compared to yours) and I take my hat off to those who live in the north and face snow and ice.
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Hello
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Interesting
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I can do cold (by our tame standards) for only a short time, so death to winter I say 🙂
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I love snow but rarely get out into it. When it’s too cold to snow it’s not my favorite.
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Hello
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Terrific writing, Paul.
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Thank you very much Punam, very kind indeed.
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Just being honest, Paul. Love your writing.
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🙂
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You forgot the wooden stake!
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seriously!
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Never underestimate winter.
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Damn, now she’ll come back!!
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🙂
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There is something about this poem that really resonates with me, but I can’t quite articulate what it is–rushing to place winter’s hands in repose, perhaps?
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ah, back to pondering, I love that about poetry, thank you for sharing that it struck a chord. I’m over our winter, but you have the mother of all winters coming. I couldn’t survive too many of those.
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I love that about poetry as well. I can deal with bad winters as long as I don’t have to drive on snow or ice.
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Yes, that is so dangerous.
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Wow… that was great Paul!!!💖💖
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Thank you so much Cindy 🙂
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You’re so welcome!💖💖💖
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Paul! You describe the brutality and harshness of winter so well here. Especially like; “sharp daggers of flashing light, awash with cold water down its sides.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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In my hurry I forgot to say that I wrote a list including the word rest – which became repose, but also the theme – resting in death, resting from winter, thank you so much Sanaa.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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I think that she is leaving you for the Northern hemisphere.
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I wouldn’t wish her upon the north, but I certainly want her gone from here for now 🙂
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Wow, a very vivid poem, Paul! You folded her hands and closed her casket! And why did you have to make winter female? 🙂
Happy spring! ❤ It sounds like she is overdue.
We have had a very wet summer, our rainy season in Florida, with moldy air causing allergies. I am looking forward to fall and winter…South Florida's most pleasant season.
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Good question, I didn’t want to make a gender horrible but it just came that way. Yes, well overdue now, sigh. Thank you so much Cheryl.
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Damn, Paul. Winter never sounded so evil before!
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David
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Yes, beware, it lulls you into its clutches.
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The imagery of winter being laid to rest is so striking, Paul.
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Thank you very much Ingrid.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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We are just entering the fall season. Hallelujah! I am looking forward to winter because this summer was so hot and humid. It was just miserable. I grew up in the Snowbelt and now live in the South, so I am not averse to the winters here; they are not too bad.
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That sounds more my kind of winter, in fact much like winter here too. Yes, I do get that need of change, summers here are ferocious. Thank you for sharing this.
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I fell in love with your poem💖😍👍 thankyou
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Many thanks for sharing this 🙂
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Thank you
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