At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about winter.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Blizzard of the Self
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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
Transcending Summer always smiles faintly as she leaves me, her lips suddenly thin and sharp, knowing I will grieve her warm embrace and the fruit of her lush kisses, leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the wasteland of winter's serge, better suited to vows of unbending monasticism, funereal finery of dark intonations, like spells that clang on hard, cold surfaces. Winter, ever impassive, never smiles at me, she is far too sensible for such frivol, always she has work to do, inexorably instilling us with her parsimonious agency, those short, cold, grey days when I feel most despondent, summer leaves a note of light an intimation that she is on her way. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I feel it.
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Yes, you’re right in it where you are.
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How about we trade weather for a day😃
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You’d love it, though by the end of our long summers you’d glad of some cool for sure, we usually are. 🙂
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I am literally swooning right now 😍 the imagery in this poem is absolutely to die for, Paul!! I am especially moved by; “the fruit of her lush kisses, leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the wasteland of winter’s serge.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! You made my day! 💙💙
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Wow, thank you for sharing that Sanaa, that has made my day 🙏❤️
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Great metaphoric, and there have always to be expectations. 😉 Thanks for sharing, Paul! Have a nice rest of the week! xx Michael
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You too Michael – many thanks 🙂
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Thanks as well for always interesting thoughts, Paul! Have a nice weekend! xx Michael
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You too 🙂
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Thanks, Paul! 🙂 xx
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🙂
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And we are in the depths of grey right now. Fighting to find the summer within me.
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It’s in there for sure 🙂
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I enjoyed reading your experience of the contrast between summer and winter. For some reason, this year I’m seeing much beauty in gray, which was never there before.
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I had to dig deep for this one, our winters are not really winters by your standards over there. Nonetheless, I’ve know deep snow in other times 🙂 I too have come to love the grey, I often think of it as a metaphor.
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Without winter, would spring be appreciated or just taken for granted?
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I think that’s right it would be taken for granted, and nature would also be undone. But I have friends who summer wherever they can (because they can) and avoid the cold.
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Gorgeous.
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Many thanks Selma
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Beautiful images, Paul.
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Thank you very much LuAnne
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you Michael xx
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Summer and winter, beautifully expressed.
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Thank you Amy
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Consider this entire poem highlighted, Paul. It is perfection!
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High praise indeed – thank you so much Sara
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Sounds a poem for me the resistance of winter
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I hadn’t thought of that, but now that you mention it ….
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I can feel her, the winter so much
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Ah, yes indeed – and you know real winters too.
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