Petals twirl onto syrupy green. Warm winds whisk from the distant seas. So much promise rides on the shoulders of spring.
But now I see the shadows in the April sun.
The ground always knew. Below every bloom is a promise withered. Below every leaf, the tangles of a storm.
We choose what direction to stand.
Don't look for me in the shadow portraits. I'll face the sun and move where the wind takes me.
I refuse to stretch away into the dark. Where should I look for you?
18 comments:
I love this, especially "Below every bloom is a promise withered".
My favourite lines, Jason, have to be 'shadows in the april sun' & that 'the ground always knew'.
love the soft unrelenting emotions in the poem and as always, the pic.
btw jaon, i'll still be posting & commenting as usual while on the move, although my timing may be erratic. Thanks for stopping by. really appreciated it. :-)
I particularly love the colors in the photo, and the line:
We choose what direction to stand.
Look for me at my desk, poking away at the keyboard.
I loved the "syrupy green" description. Your descriptions are always so fresh.
Look for me away from my desk. I'm avoiding my book right now.
"So much promise rides on the shoulders of spring."
Such an evocative line. I love it.
I think I connect to your writing so well because I can see you, hear you, feel you in between the lines. The greatest writing, in my opinion is one that offers depth and insight beneath the surface of words.
My last 2 posts are the light and dark, the ethereal and the drowning, awareness and ignorance.
Sometimes I am so hard on myself for getting stuck in the latter, but perhaps I need it in order to appreciate its twin.
This is so beautiful.
i have to say that this is my favorite so far. i feel like it's about me. it touched me. great as usual.
btw, i was checking out your blog and saw that pic of you in "meet jason." you are a total hottie. :)
Canterbury Soul, much appreciated. :)
Susan, unrelenting emotions...I like that description. That's how I felt writing it. Re my visits, you're very welcome. :)
Billie, these moments in spring are unique. Five minutes later, they're not quite the same.
Scott, gotcha. :)
Jaye, a professor in college once said my writing felt like it came from a meat grinder, it was all the same. He selected a single point where he felt there was a delight, a sparkle. I never forgot that and pushed myself since. I sincerely try to never describe anything the same way twice. Ever.
Kaycie, I suppose it's up to us to climb on.
Mermaid, you truly made my day with your comment. I'm grateful that you can sense what you do. As for your darkness, only by walking into the dark corners can you learn the size and shape of your inspiration.
Kate, I invite you to claim it. And thanks so much for making me smile. :)
Jason, the phot and the words are really nice and go good together.
In the sun! If there's sun, I'll be in it :-)
Lovely words and a lovely pic.
Fine poem, a wise equilibrium between poetry and narrative.
"The ground always knew. Below every bloom is a promise withered. Below every leaf, the tangles of a storm."
This is good.
Petals twirl onto syrupy green...you have such a way with words. The few things I have written are not even comparable. Which is why I keep them to myself.
I love reading your blog...makes me smile! :)
Happy Thursday!
This is such a lovely poem. Really interesting and thought provoking. Lots of ideas sprang to my mind as I read it.
Very well written. And the picture is beautiful.
Steve, thanks. =)
Terri, the suns sounds very nice right about now.
Lord of Erewhon, thank you! I like to weave the two together.
Trevor, much appreciated.
Vixen, don't sell yourself short. :) I'd love to see your writing. I really don't see levels, just everyone working to share a moment that lives inside them.
Jude, thanks, my friend.
The Thinker, great to see you! I've been doing some macro photography lately, but since the light was low, I wasn't able to shrink down my aperture enough to widen the field of focus.
very cool! i'd love to se emore flower insights!
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