Illusion

Deep

      winter

Broad snowflakes

fall

Then rise

A bird

Reviews

[Marie]

So much said in so few words in this succinct write, dear R... I love both the imagery within the poem as Winter's tears are frozen as they fall from sky to ground and out of this cold and dismal day a bird rises to bring hope and announce that Spring is just around the corner. A very beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing, dear poet...

[Sami Khalil]

This poem has a good, worthy message in symbolism. Great job, sir Relic.

[Relic]

I appreciate the comment, Thank you Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful imagery here of deep snow. The falling of it and then the upturn. Reminds me of seasonal changes moving from winter to spring. A poem offering hope. Nice.


Chris

[Relic]

I'm glad you liked it, Chris. Thanks.

[Arundass TP]

Great imagination. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Relic]

I appreciate the comment, Arundass, thank you. :)

[Neville]

a most unexpected turn for the better .. this has more symbolism than Ringo Starr, Keith Moon and a shed load of drummers .. and besides all that it has that feelgood factor and is pretty too .. Neville

[Relic]

Wow, thanks so much Neville for the nice comment. :)

[Neville]

To quote L'Oréal .. Becuz ya wurf it mate :)

[Relic]

................. :))))))))

[Amanda Reynolds]

I love this! I am constantly teaching the beauty of the symbolism within nature to my students who (most but not all of them) would prefer to be looking at their phones. Is it okay if I share your poem with my students?

[Relic]

You have my permission, Amanda. Thanks very much for your comment. Everywhere I go I see kids on their phones, even workers in the market place. There phones have become another appendage.

[Thomas W Case]

You paint this little scene quite well.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Thomas. Much appreciated. :)

[D]

Deep winter speaks to me of shut down, a long drawn, cold and lightless day. The snow takes over, the snowflakes emboldened, grow bigger than their span. And then rise, as if a bird, signifying an awakening. A falling followed by a rising, ends the poem on a very positive note. It lifted the heart, instantly. Loved it dear Relic.

[Relic]

I appreciate your thoughts, Divya. Thank you. :)

[John the Baptist]

I think that bird must be spring, which is definitely rising. Already starting to need the a/c.

[Relic]

Must be. Thank you, John. :)

[emmajoygreen]

Life lives in this poem! Seasons come and go trying to give what they should, Spring perhaps a beautiful clarion call for the entire year. And, sometimes we're gifted with smiles, sometimes we need be patient, just as the soil is, just as Nature takes it time because it needs to. But try stopping the snowdrops and in due course the primroses, daffodils and all. As said by someone, 'like women, Spring smiles as soon as you look at her! Your words have conjured such wonderful thoughts for this landscapist! Thank you!

[Relic]

Thanks very much for your comment, emma. :)

[emmajoygreen]

Enjoyed your words and the accompanying thoughts they raised.