Unusuality

Unusuality

A Poem by Robin
"

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 

 

 

 

© 2012 Robin


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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!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I got an ethereal rush when I reread this. So many human instincts are ignored. We need only to take the time to look, really look, at Nature, to become right once more...
Thanks for this journey.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The march wind brings a peaceful serenity to nature, over the daffodils that are buried and waiting... and silent clocks.. ~Beautiful imagery... A Clever write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The past waiting to become the present~ ethereal.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the nature of this, has an airy feel not swamping the reader with its intent

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like a walk outside, still very cold, but you know deep down that spring will soon come to play.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a healing reminder that in those broken sticks there is a hidden core of green, and that brings anticipation...thanks for that Robin

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As if this is the wind itself, bringing in the spring.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Those words, those beautiful words, If in the eye of a frosty whirlwind, can be actually all very quiet and can be so peaceful. Lovely work!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the space between inhale and exhale is the lightest place of all~

Posted 12 Years Ago


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'wandering in particularity

over daffodil muses'

you capture the 'inbetween' the brief moment when winter gives way to spring. your poetry has all the delicacy of a flower pressed between the pages of a book with a wonderful sensitivity to nature. stunning!



Posted 12 Years Ago


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