After the Blizzard

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Poem of the week

By Jane Hyphen

Thu, 11 Feb 2021
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22 comments
 

 

Frozen in the ground,

I found the bones

of a forgotten road.

Where it was so hard 

to dig, under scentless 

layers of pristine snow.

 

An unspoilt drift.

Soft crystal curves.

Why spoil it now, when 

there is so much light

and tracks are covered?

All is quiet.

 

A beautiful white painting,

broken with black wires

across the sky,

so that we can talk.

Yet hidden in the snow

lies a spectrum of colour. 

 

I watch your mouth move

but all I can hear, 

are the sounds of space;

planetary notes from far away.

Now we are detached,

the energy is mine.

 

Searching for the edge.

Cold numbs desperate hands.

Buried beneath the fall, 

the old curb, a known boundary.

After the blizzard,

the purity of the way back

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Kilb50 on

Jane - I enjoyed this poem, particularly the line 'Now we are detached/the energy is mine.' The ability to read or commune with nature seems to be key for the energy to shift. Enticing & intriguing! Very well done.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Kilb50, thank you for your comment. The snow has been a real inspiration to me and of course your poem and the writers on here generally never cease to inspire me to get writing again. 

 

Submitted by celticman on

the bones of a forgotten road. Your poetry finds a way home. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank celticman. Wherever you dig there are always bones. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I long to ask you what this is about, on the other hand, it keeps seeming to mean different things when I read it, so knowing might make it smaller. What is the same each time is how beautiful the images are eg "soft crystal curves"

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Di_Hard. I think the meaning changed as I was writing it and I was inspired by snow, paintings of snow and other writers. Interesting point about making it smaller, I agree, keep it slightly blurred and the reader can draw their own meanings. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you so much for this. I am always spurred on by the quality of the writers on here, it's a wonderful site and goes a long way to keeping my creative side open.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I usually have to come back to your writing and check what others have said, too, as, like Di, I'm usually unsure of where it is going part of the way, though usually rereading clarifies more.

I like the connection flitting between the pure new scene, and the knowledge of what is temporarily beneath. I liked scentless layers of pristine snow.very much.

Was unsure what/who is speaking in the last but one verse, and is it someone near, or via those black lines in the sky, eg skype or zoom?? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Rhiannon, thanks for your comment. The snow, and the way it covers everything in a clean, white layer can be a metaphor for so many situations. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Wonderful, Jane. planetery notes from far away I hear them as well.

Rich

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for tuning in Rich and thank you for your lovely comment.

 

Submitted by marandina on

A beautiful,moving poem - congrats on the deserved accolades.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you marandina. As I said, I am very inspired by the excellent writing on here and the supportive comments.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Jane, this poem is very good. Quite enjoyable. The lines below are powerful.

"I watch your mouth move

but all I can hear, 

are the sounds of space"

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Richard for your comment.  The sounds of space are restorative, the human voice can sometimes be very draining.

 

Submitted by bhi on

visual in a verbal way. Nature's vistas can be inspiring. Wonderful poem.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Nature's vistas always inspiring. Thank you for reading and commenting.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Very beautiful and, as others have said, complex and rewarding many repeated reads.  Such a worthy POD and POW!  Your poems are always so enriching.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you for your lovely comment airyfairy. Enriching is a great compliment.

 

Submitted by Ross_Lowe on

A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
"all I can hear, 

are the sounds of space;

planetary notes from far away" – for me this is a wonderful way of describing that softened atmosphere, the strange muted something you hear when stepping out on a snowy morning in the middle of nowhere. There is no sound as the snow falls, and yet there is...!