the calendar says summer's done three months of lowering skies // slices of rain poised above hillsides soft dagger grey it fell and fell and now the light the sky’s own eyeballs done with watching slip down against the green fence strips of moon carved, I suppose, as part of night’s geometry all so cleanly doused a facsimile of silver and perhaps left to dry in the shimmering hearts of ivy
Written (late) for Lillian’s dVerse prompt “pick an adage”
My thoughts are, it is spring here, thank goodness! 😂
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You’ve had some tough storms this winter! I don’t dread Canberra winters at all.
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I could cope with winter in Canberra! 😂
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I really like this! That tension between what the calendar says and what the weather actually is like. And the incorporation of “penny for your thoughts” at the end too
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Thanks, JYP!! 😊 you picked up on everything! Thanks so much for reading!
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Love this! But I’m looking forward to spring where I live. It was -10 Celsius when I woke this morning.
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Brett thanks, Bob!!!
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Sorry. My phone corrected Brrrrr to Brett.
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Using that last line is magical. It turns the whole poem on its head, draws the reader right into the scene. Really clever stuff.
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Thanks, Misky!! 😊
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I’m such a sucker for symbolism and word/sound play. “A facsimile of silver…” just rings in my mind. Just perfection. And you have such a knack for it, which makes your poetry so enjoyable. 🙂
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Goosebumps for the falling pennies. Just magnificent, Worms.
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thanks, K!! ❤
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