Unusuality

tickings

 

sticks , broken sticks

 

sound of a dry winter

 

and a march wind

 

wandering in particularity

 

over daffodil muses

 

buried , forgotten

 

near a leafless tree

 

and a hungry honeybee

 

circles in concentric

 

instinct and silent clocks  

 

the knowing of 

 

that feeling 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Hayley]

I know exactly what you mean by a dry winter, with "daffodil muses"
I particularly enjoyed the second half of this poem with the "hungry honeybee", because the connection you make with it is deep. You just wait and wait because you know something will happen, but you can't speed up time. Very, very superb writing!

[victoria]

cyclical feel here, I love the elemental nature too, surely as day follows night so we sleep, we wake..I really like this one

[Sami Khalil]

Love can awaken the slumber of the winter. Nice write dear friend.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Ah!..blessed be poetry itself that which can stretch a single moment into eons.I loved this poem particularly from the line 'wandering in particularity'...
So nice to be reading again from you.

[❀ Gabriela ..]

Very good and interesting poem! Really great!

[An Ordinary Woman]

...and my March 1st wind was quite delightful...love the poem!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

spring slumbers numbly under the cruel body of winter waiting for the sun to wage war with him. impatience is the song sung by the prisoners of war. come spring...so far yet so near!

[Lilly Negoi]

a one-phrase-poem and a life-long-feeling...

[Muse]

The titled is clever. You describe the sensations of walking within a wintery void. It's there...yet it is not. Like breathing...you know that you do it...but yet you forget...

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I know that feeling..