-Photo by Mary Bach
There is a beauty in
negative spaces,
in winter,
in life drawing down
to a
point
the stark dark and light
of trees and snow,
of moon and night
of hunger and time,
thickening, lengthening, slowing
blown by winds
drifting at our door
beautiful and dangerous
call to us
winter draws us down
to the bone
This is 55+ for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we are asked to write 55 words on the topic of our choosing, and if we would like to deal with some pairing of two things. Click on the link and check it out.
Lovely the way that you stick to the metaphor of drawing and art here–one feels sometimes drawn and quartered by winter! But your poem is lovely! k.
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Thank you Karin. I love winter until about February. Then I’ll start complaining about it, lol.
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Ha. I don’t honestly mind winter but I tend to get others to shovel! B
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Me too, whenever possible, lol.
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The thought of that negative space, the contrasts when we have snow (no such luck yet) wonderful poem.
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Thanks Bjorn. We had snow awhile back, but yesterday it was 50F! That’s unseasonably warm for here.
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Really beautiful work.
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Thank you MZ.
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I am amazed at how much can be packed into 55 words; this piece is haunting, stark, yet deep as a drift & stings like a snowball in the face. Here in the NW, land of hills, foothills, & mountain ranges all about us, your /beautiful & dangerous/ point is too bang on. Growing up here I am not a fan of snow, ice, silver rain, car accidents, breaking fir branches & power outages. You closing lines are tre killer.
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Thank you very much, Glen.
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And so it does.
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Thanks
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Yes, it is a choosing and adaptation game. Choose a location and adapt to the weather then and things will be beautiful. Wonderful lines Mary!
Hank
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Thank you Hank! It’s nice to “see” you here.
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“There is a beauty”, indeed, in being exposed “to the bone” until our inner selves experience the seasons at its most primal.
Love this! ♥
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Thank you Magaly!
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It really does.
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Ta, Marian.
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Love your pairings of opposites that enhance and expand each other, especially in the heart of the poem, with hunger and time–a beautiful winter dance that does call, yet also kills. We usually have it easy here, with only a few snows or sleets and a lot of sun and brisk weather(it will be 70 on Friday)–but this makes me remember Chicago and the four months of white sky full of frigid wind and blizzards. Thanks so much for participating Mary, and on such a high level.
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Thank you very much, Joy. I haven’t been in the Garden much lately, but I do appreciate it and all of yo who tend it.
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Such a beautiful, perfect match between image and words – the poem is stunning. Love the repetition of ‘and’, the ‘negative spaces’ – that beauty and danger call to us. Lovely, Mary 🙂
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Thanks very much Lynn.
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Exquisite!
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Thank you Mosk.
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Beautiful writing, culminating in that superb ending.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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“Winter draws us down to the bone.” Love that. A new perspective on winter…or perhaps your ability to describe how it feels.
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Thanks very much Susie.
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very nice.
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Thank you.
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Loved it! Winter does test the mettle doesn’t it?
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It sure does.
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