April shower

Gold cherry

By Di_Hard

Thu, 07 Apr 2022
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14 comments
 

Sun is shattered

by dark tree branches, splinters glint

scattered on twig tips, diamond-

dusting downy oval honescuckle leaves'

warm green-blue, lilac backed

or pool, 

paper-weight still

in lichen's verdigris tree graffiti

 

birdsong chips clear air

 

a path's winding wounds

lime-sharp soft moss fronds

under-oozing beer-bottle brown 

beside and old stone wall. Beyond, hills

diminish to dimness - misty windows 

harbouring far furnaces of gorse; close

yellow bursts, smelting life from light

 

gathered raindrops' splashes mesh to one smooth

queue, a  pulled glass pulse

through rocks, fall, break, a crystal mosaic

called back to the sea

was found on Wikimedia

 

 

 This picture is by 

 

Naz Amann

 

 

I found it on Wikimedia :

 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?search=sparkling+wood+rain+for....

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Some wonderful imagery in this poem. I'll be back tomorrow to re-read. Thank you for this much needed little glimpse of tranquility

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

That's very kind, thankyou :0) Thankyou very much for the cherries, too, was thinking you might be bored with me banging on about gorse and lichen and moss again!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou very much for reading and commenting. had not thought of it as adoration, but you're right?  it is easy to adore a sunny spring day :0)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

:0)  From reading your piercing, dazzling, intense and moving writing, I think you must be right every time when it comes to choosing words. I should choose my punctuation more carefully

 

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Fulfilling to read, such a treat Di. I love 'bird song chips clear air', because they do, also love 'smelting life from light'. You've crammed so much quality in that I think I'll need to go back and re-read. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I'm so glad you liked it Jane, it's just images, not about meanings like your brilliant poems. That one about us being like aliens has become part of my world view

 

Submitted by marandina on

Gorgeous poem with many, particularly wonderful lines. Congrats on a well deserved POTD. Paul :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Paul, I am so sorry I didn't see your comment,thankyou so much!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I seem to have missed a couple of your postings, Di. You cram in so many observations into this one, need to stop and absort each one!

hills diminish to dimness - misty windows harbouring far furnaces of gorse; close yellow bursts, smelting life from light

seemed to echo back to the smoke obscuring views in the age of iron smelting from furnaces burning and coal burning. A glimpse of more freedom for the air and views and viewing of nature now in that realm! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Rhiannon, and for highlighting that bit, when I wrote wasn't sure if it was a bit far fetched, so very glad if you think it works. When youwrite poems you encapsulate somuch in a very few words, create such a deep, wonderful impression

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Can't believe I missed this engaging poem Di. You capture nature's essence. Some really great metaphors too. 

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Hullo Jenny :0) Thankyou so much for reading this old one! I go back to read yours sometimes, but it takes ages to find the one I am thinking of as I always get side tracked reading others, it is like being lost in a magic kingdom! Come out changed :0) I do hope you are able to write more, soon, that it is not really hot where you are. This is the coldest, wettest darkest summer I can remember, here