In mid winters limbo I wait. Traveling the same route under grey skies. By the one- mile mark as I pass the fuel stop. I start to pine for a seaside trip. By the two-mile mark as I pass the rail station. Winters cold bites my fingers tips. A few weeks until the warmth of spring adds weight to my pining. another day the same groundhog day.
Salty seashore bliss, Awaits until spring is sprung, Until then limbo.
it’s haibun Monday @ #dversepoetrypub, all i know of groundhog day comes from the Bill Murry film . i am surprised to find out it is not a fictional day.
No nose wrinkled, one cause even tempers, Were you here crone? During our summer, Fairy name use means flowers arose, Near people can remove magic for sure. Fairy vocals rise in song, Crow verses hoarse, see the light to renew, Assume nothing, Once van delivers sum-mer, Aware that the caves are haunted, Fairy voices rise into sea shanties, Over cream teas.
Hello all here @#dversepoetspub we are creating poems from the words on some opticians test sheets. the words being nose-one-cause-even were-crone-our-summer name-use-means-arose near-can-remove-sure crow-verse-see-renew assume-once-van-sum aware-caves-sea-cream
the challenge being to pick one, two or all the words in order and create appoem fro them.
thanks Bjorn for an interesting challenge here @ #dversepoetspub.
The line you shared from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet 17 ” I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.” it truly intrigued me. it also got me thinking of a version of The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle by the rock group Disturbed. with the line “Hello Darkness my old friend.”
Darkness negated.
Hello darkness my old friend,+ Your embrace my home for so long, I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,* Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
Every Monday the blues beckon, Tedium’s embrace my home for so long, I love the comfort of the home tedium supplied, Never trying to keep up with the Joneses.
Cliché expectations always grate, Chaos’s embrace greats my mind daily, Loving the calm after storms chaos, Watching the storms power from within.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,* Cliché expectations always grate, Every Monday the blues beckon, Hello darkness my old friend.+
Never trying to keep up with the Joneses, Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
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