Resilience
Resilience
Short mood poem
I cannot leave
with green in slumber on the trees,
sap, dormant in dark veins,
waiting…
There is still a rough edge to be smoothed.
Still a morning, housed with glory
to attend.
I am not
dead
yet.
© Alison Stormwolf
Indeed, we’re not dead yet, luv. There’s always Spring, isn’t there? That’s what makes April ‘the cruellest month of the year’, to quote T.S. Eliot:
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
A very moody mood poem, luv, full of expectation of what comes the morning after. One we both attend to, housed with glory or not.
Many thanks for your comments Bro. This one was nominated but it’s disappeared 🙁
Have to chat up Savvi to do it again 😉
Just as well taking my PC to my son’s for Christmas so can get all my work backed up onto a hard drive. A real lesson to me
Aye, there’s always tomorrow and Spring speaks to us whether we want to hear or not.
Loved that verse by T S Eliot.
Wolf sis X
Dont worry Im on the case, at the risk of repeating myself, The vocal on this is great it really shows off how strong the piece is with such wonderful images to keep us locked in. Very well done Alison, best Keith
Aww bless you Keith 🙂 you know I was over the moon to have this short poem nominated.
It means a lot
Merry Christmas
Alison x
Ps the recitation has gone awol till I get back to the city:-(