Room

Spring, in all it's forms

and muted, like the root that digs

a deep exclusive quiet clay

this winter room perennial

grips iron-hard the stowaway

 

the whisk of branch in still-life, bare

- until the unstrung harp is sprung -

will catch what wings should happen there;

next turn the winter room undone

 

for ‘round it comes, the mountain large,

and ever the load goes heaving:

a light grown wide, a yawning flame

whose fire calls out for the leaving

 

a drawing from the well once more,

the reeving slipped by sleight of hand,

and bound beyond the half-closed door,

Spring-loaded goes the leaving...

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Excellent write! Spring personified, waits like an “unstrung harp” to burst forth from “the winter room undone”...Beautiful form, language, cadence, rhyme, metaphor and imagery in this poem. Last line is wonderful. Great musicality- I hear it in my mind as being spoken or sung with dulcimer, flute, piano. Kudos charlie- love your avatar as well!

[charlie]

I do struggle with rhythm, and it's often a cat's tail toying with my mousey brain... I'm awash with your generous review, and I thank you much!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome.:))

[Mari' Emeraude]

True poetry. This sounds like some early Bernie Taupin stuff ( my FAV lyricist btw!)

[charlie]

Hi Mari. Thank you for your generous thoughts. Bless.

[heartsinice]

A extremely strong opening and perfectly soft landing in the end! Beautiful poem

[charlie]

Hello there. Thanks for your feedback. Glad you liked it. :)

[Iam-me]

This was like a beautiful gentle melody in my mind's eye and head lovely written words deep and magical presents about all.

[charlie]

Nice of you to say, Dee. Thank you for reading.

[Poet]

This is so much better than any poem I've ever done on nature. Excellent poem, Charlie.

[charlie]

That's very modest of you, Tim. And very humbling to me. Thank you.

[Resa]

Nice read!
I really like the style of your writing.
Thank you for sharing.
Resa

[charlie]

Hi Resa. That's nice of you to say. I appreciate you taking the time. All the best.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Spring, the stowaway, is finally found riding deep in Winter's ship---steerage...
this has fantastic description, personification and metaphor...and NO Reviews?
I am floored at that...it is such good poetry.
j.

[charlie]

I appreciate your kind words, jacob. It is nice to read your work again, too.