Saturday, August 30, 2014

August 30, 2014 dVerse/Underground




Underground
I have been underground
All summer
Waiting for my heart to mend
As if I were a bulb underground
Dreaming through winter
Snow and cold wind
Whistling down from the North

This year my time underground
Has been summer
The sun blasts hot
On the desert floor
Horny toads come out of shadow
To sunbathe
Snakes warm themselves on rocks
Wildflowers bloom
The Devil’s Red Pencil
Then purple and yellow color the fields

Green turns golden
Dried meadows shimmer
And sparkle in sunlight
The sky clear blue
Not a cloud in sight
Evidence you are no longer here
There is a sense of waiting
Waiting for things to be different

Time passes
The pages of the calendar flip
I look for you everywhere
I find you in the new light of autumn
The wind chime gently
Marks the day
Reminding me
Winter will be different this year

August 30, 2014





15 comments:

  1. winter will be different...
    and the seasons should remind us that we all need those seasons
    underground, growing unseen so that we can bloom
    once more...

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  2. Well..i always love to say as above so below and oh my GOD not that movie by that name now...

    The seasons are change..and life is change..

    there was once a time upon a now..

    that i disillusioned in mind..that dark is here to stay..
    and light
    can never come back..
    but i finAlly learned to never give up..
    and light returns
    and stays for me..
    now in the season of change
    that i love so true..
    And fall is almost always my favorite season..
    as i become more energetic in the heat and humidity of
    North Florida
    with that first fall breeze!
    :)!

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  3. Winter will be different this year - truly a winter of the heart. I like the description of heat and how it affects the creatures, and then the reminder of the winter to come.

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  4. Sometimes the heart needs to give itself time to be underground. Healing cannot be rushed. It will happen....trust me.

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  5. winters are more to my like.. i hate the sweaty sweltry heat of summer being cooped up in the air condition all day!!
    This poem however seems to speak of a loss... i am not so sure but the ending felt a little sad!!

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  6. Beautifully written and touching poem describing your healing process. Heartfelt and lovely.

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  7. Such a sad poem, but the winter could be passed in hibernation, waiting for renewal and rebirth.

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  8. the time underground is tough... desert time... and still this is where new strength is sawn as well... tiny seeds... i hope you will see them grow annell

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  9. It takes a lot of seasons to heal, still with every winter the spring will be a little bit better...

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  10. winter will be different this year - yes, and though there are no words - just a prayer that you will find peace in each season

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  11. Time feels cruel...how it marches on...I wish it would be the same...for you..for all of us to have what we need and love just for a little longer x

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  12. Beautiful words.
    We gently heal through the seasons and I do so hope your winter brings you strength.
    Anna :o]

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  13. A lot of empathy here. Life changes and for some they move on every year. Strange. Be Well.

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  14. I love the first stanza...and even in this season, to bloom.

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