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All that comes to grief
finds snows and ice draped
trees a sign of relief. Desert
expanse, white and clear,
a gift to senses overwhelmed.
Light through clouds turns
a gray face upon the world.
Cold burns face and hands.
White whispers as flakes land.
Reflections -- empty -- ring hollow.
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Cycle of storm and wind
will, in the end, pass on again.
The destruction that defines
its path will pass. Replaced.
Comes the heralds, what they sing.
Dance of crocus wave white in snow,
as the melt others grow. The ice
replaced by bud turns to green.
As burrows burst with off spring.
All seasons have a day, life is
never halted in any way
but follows the course of a wave.
We are but bursts of flames and tears
unable to notice the turn of years.
Cycles with cycles, teach forget your fears.
9:13 AM
01/27/09
Alexandria, VA
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I used the reply form.
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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this was an interesting one, i read then i had to read it through again,although not one of my favourites of your writes it is still a very imaginitive peice
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Blue Rew's review says it best. Better than I can explain and I wrote it. I was experimenting with using a statement and a reply type set up to create a poem and it took me a few places I hadn't been before so it was a good lesson for me and I hope and enjoyable experience for you.
Love, Tom B.
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The titling beckons with a contrast of breaths~
those that wither us with rage and those that
relax us with their warmth and grace.
Then too~
you move beyond temperatures to colour and
weave them as seasons, cycles, revivals.
The metaphors can't be missed here and it is
a strong attempt at reply poetry.
I am always honored by your writes. Blue
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Thank you. It was an interesting challenge, both the topic and having to work in a form that I hadn't tried before. Didn't want it to be to blatant or puerile. Took me a while to find a theme that I could play back and forth and allow me to expose and express what I wanted. The title was a bear all by itself. Thanks again for the chance to grow in style and technique.
Love, Tom B.
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green beginnings become golden,
soon scarlet waves turn to brown-
we fall down on wintered grounds
yet life rebounds, as if it were
the very first leaves resurrected... Thought I would comment by colorful reply... Enjoyed the winter metaphor and the season's subtle replies. 
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Your reply almost outshines the poem
Glad I could inspire such colorful thoughts. Truly.
Love,
Tom B.
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Oh My! The resonance in each line is extremely well focused. I love how these words roll off the tongue. There is a mixture of storm and clear skies within each verse. Although these storms can be as metaphorical as clearly realistic (like right now as we are being pounding by snow), they carry the weight of knowledge by the line;
"Cycle of storm and wind
will, in the end, pass on again."
Symbolically these lines share with the reader that no matter the hard times, they too will pass. Again there is a death in the Theatre community. This time Melanie was just 26 years old, and very close to my family.
http://obits.cleveland.com/Cleveland/DeathNotices.asp?Page=Lifestory&PersonId=123335981
My heart mourns but God knows the strength and courage she showed to us all. She was a trooper and yes...her storm is passed no matter how much she will be missed.
Thank you for this today Thomas. I needed these words. It has been a hard year for me already. ~Sigh
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Thank you. Thank you. I am so glad that this poem echoed properly for you.
Death is an ending that shows how we cannot act as if we have all the time in the world. We have what we have and need to celebrate the gift of having others to share it with. We are all on this ship together. Glad your friendship was rich. It makes the ending harder to accept, but that only shows how fortunate you were to know her.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh yes I have been up, down over and out...and these metaphors used have just bloomed before me like spring flowers...I read this twice...then I read it out loud and it took on a journey through the life. My own life...I enjoyed what you have done with this and how it can touch us all......and excellent reply to the contest prompt.......my talented friend/poet.................Novy
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Thanks. I just wanted to capture the sense of how life is a cycle in a way that created a sense of ressurection. Appreciate the review and how much you got from my efforts.
Love, Tom B.
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This is absolutely gorgeous. The ice and the breaking of ice, the heat and the fadeing of heat.
It ebbs and flows like the seasons fade.
Love it.
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Life is a helix that is confounded by a wave. You can be to going up while you are going done Understanding that pain is often not a mark of defeat but an ache paid to heal takes practice and awakening to all the ebbs and flows. Thanks for the nice review. I appreciate it.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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The resurrection of life...from the brightness of Winter to the softness of Spring, the harshness of Summer right into the coolness of a sweet fall breeze...the resurrection of life as it should be...This soft, caring and filled with a touch of wisdom...i would say it has it all my MasterPoet thank you for sharing it with me
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Wanted to try this reply form without being too obvious but not too obscure. Glad to find it worked for you. Being me, I of course used a nature metaphor. Wanted to capture the sense of cycles and waves of change and the need to recognize that so much is just on course as we go the course.
Love, Tom B.
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at first i didnt understand , but then i re read and it opened up to me, a wonderful write, very diferent from what i am used to from you but still vwondeful, good luck in the contest , this is well worth a second read
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I didn't want it to be too contrived. So I used putting it in two sections. I wanted a certain balance and certain awakening so the idea of ressurection could be subtly brought to the surface.
Thanks for stopping by and reading. You know, I always appreciate the effort.
Love, Tom B.
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I had to leave the first time I read this. It wasnt being made clear to me. Maybe I needed to go back and read you chronologically. Maybe I needed some time to remember who I was, it's so easy to forget these days.
I dont know if you know what's been going on in my life. I'll spare you the drama, and just say everything has changed. Everything. And I guess I forgot about the pretty little crocuses peaking through the snow. The little purpllish blue ones are my favorite.
My snow was bad Tom, and I didnt think it would end, but slowly those little flowers are coming to life again. And maybe what that means is that my life isnt as drastically different than at first I had thought. I'm having surgery tomorrow, and Im more afraid of what will result from what happened in the first place.
I needed to come back to this.
Thank you.
Love,
jin
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Thank you, my friend. Like a spiral combined with a wave it is often hard to see if we are up or down, which way we are running aroud. Know I hold you in the Light and have a place where you live in my heart. I can't cure anything, but I have found I am a little sunshine and a good ear while you plant your own garden.
Love, Tom B.
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