nothing is the same
and nothing changes-
while you were waiting,
on the wheel, turning,
dreams of summer have withdrawn;
before all leaves have dropped,
your homeland has grown cold,
shifted and opened its eyes,
locked them, warily, on the snow.
see it, then deny it;
say the season does not matter;
everything always returns with more colour.
so, it's ice;
you are fire,
a fury to spit at the speed of time,
a romantic with a belly of stars;
immortality at the end of a snarl.
still,
who has seen a wasteland
suddenly growing flowers...
everyone knows-
madness to venture out in winter,
already, you feel numb.
Author notes
contest prompt: There's So Much Snow in Russia
In a list
A contest entry
- Click 39. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended August 5, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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clearly Siberian
"a romantic with a belly of stars;" ... great line
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Reading this again
such good imagery with emotional restraint -
I love how you took the prompt and ran away with it. This poem makes me think of my nephew who now reside in The Czech Republic, and the photos he sends us with snowy backgrounds. These words are profound and send an icy chill through the air of my imagination. This stanza leaped out from the page into my spirit;
"so, it's ice;
you are fire,
a fury to spit at the speed of time,
a romantic with a belly of stars;
immortality at the end of a snarl."
Brilliant! Congratulations on earning the Silver Chalice. This poem is worthy of the merit received. There is so much said, on many levels here poet. I love the title!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Very very nice take on the prompt! This is interesting and keeps you ingaged from begining to end. "You are fire" I just love that line. I feel like I could read this over and over again!
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I really enjoyed this poem. The language is beautiful. You pulled almost every literary trick from your hat and used them in this poem and it works. I can see why it took the silver. Bravo.
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wonderful
i loved your wording in this poem.
its perfection in itself
it was quite awkward sounding with the
"so, it's ice;
you are fire,
a fury to spit at the speed of time,
a romantic with a belly of stars;
immortality at the end of a snarl"
maybe you should have put something in between "a romantic with a belly of stars;" and "immortality at the end of a snarl"
but that is my opinion
otherwise this poem deserves 5 stars
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Very good
nice write, I enjoied reading this very much! Thanks for sharing. -
AOK
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i think this is golden,
very nicely done, & very enjoyable.
love the story line and the flow is great.
i can clearly see why someone put
this in the spotlight.
loveandblessings2u & yours always
joyce
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I love the feeling of being suspended in time; anchored to a core of stillness, even whilst change is constantly altering our perspective of this life. This is beautifully penned.
Mariana
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what a joy to read this! amazing write and deserving of silver, indeed! well done.
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very nice poe
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I know I commented on this before (Facebook?) but it is a tremendous work, and I'm glad someone thought to "Feature" it -- it deserves all the readers that are capable of clicking!
Lita
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oh, is it on the feature page now? right on. that explains all the sudden comments lolol
thank you for commenting on it a second time
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poetry always have its best thought about something in different peoples eyes but in mine this was good work keep it up!
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This was spectacular!
Marvelous work here my friend.
You have captured my mind from
the very first line, and my attention
grew and grew as I read on. I really
love the line
"a romantic with a belly of stars"
--that was so beautiful & unlike anything I've heard before.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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wow, a delightful take on the prompt - I love the images of the flowers overtaking a barren wasteland and how madness ventures out in winter - this gave me the feeling of St. Catherine on her wheel, too, and being exiled.
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love that comment. makes me think of more things I want to write about. thank you
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I like this, it has the feeling of a thing we all know but somehow everyone denies, I see a parallel to the mood of the US in the past eight years: changed , afraid, trembling in the self imposed darkness; afraid of the light. We all knew and yet pretended, this is the feeling here...we think of winter and feel numb...PK
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Chenoa! Oh my!
I got chills reading this... the way I did when I first read Sylvia Plath's "Poppies in October", Edna St. Vincent Millay, and Anne Sexton.
It feels raw and strong in such a beautifully feminine way.
This stanza especially caught my eye:
so, it's ice;
you are fire,
a fury to spit at the speed of time,
a romantic with a belly of stars;
Why is it that reminds me so much of Plath? It is completely fresh and original, it isn't that it sounds like her really - maybe just the fact that it is such a brilliantly fresh way to look at things and really cuts straight to the heart of the matter the way she always did.
You are always great... (which is why I so look forward to reading your work)... but this supercedes anything I've seen by you (or anyone on this site for that matter ... possibly anything written anywhere, ever).
Definitely should be Gold.
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Really? Cool. Thanks, love! This is one of those pieces I could not be completely happy with, so your view is nice to hear
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Are you serious?
I would be THRILLED if I could write just one poem of this caliber. No kidding.
I love you, girl - but sometimes I'm really quite jealous of your talent. -
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lol, aww, I love you, too. You are not lacking in talent, though
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There's So Much Snow In Russia
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