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Q-R--Quizzical Restoration

Quizzical,

Hemlocks bow
Beneath snow
And ice, form
Natural
Question marks,
Arabesques
Cold-carved in
Frozen night--
Black-on-white--
Then gravely
Greenly hued,
With white-dawn’s
Rigid chill--
Sentinels,
Sheer blue-iced
Fountains caught
Between heart-
Beat, twinkling
Breath--hemlocks
Guard and greet,
And whisper,
And agree
To wait

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3247304
Posted 29 July 2007


Restoration

November wind breath ice behind stark promises;
ragged clouds pulled thin, Asian pear dipped
leaf-first in mustard, dried soot-black bark;
roses curled fœtally furl in furls, red-stained
dark—iris crisped, melting bonelessly...and

sharpened pencils nudge swollen bases,
emerge point-most over blood-brown
bark, sheath-wrapped veins urge up and
out and November winds swirl promises—
Cymbidium budstalks break winter silence

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3756450
Posted Dec 31, 2007

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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    January 3, 2008

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    Oh my goodness. The first poem is concise and I felt, as a reader, forced to your exact descriptions, but the second poem whoo hoo!
    the metaphors in it were stupendous, I was enthralled and pulled in

    This very well puts you in the In-The Running List.


    • micol
      January 3, 2008
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      Thank you for the enthusiasm and most gracious comments. "Quizzical" was the first piece I wrote after moving to Idaho in mid-February, just after a heavy snow. The hemlocks seemed to bend under its weight, into question marks. The poem also broke a long dry spell, so it was the first thing I though of for an AP contest.

      And the second...it has always stunned me that orchids send out their bloom stalks in mid-winter. Somehow the two sets of image-complexes seem mutually exclusive, so to have them juxtaposed makes poetry inevitable.

      Again, thank you. Much appreciated.