Finally the frost bites in the buds and leaves the trees poor with the privilege of holding up the sky.
Mum is the word on whether this survivor turns away for lamentation or a sigh.
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just wonderful!!! i love it.
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Thank you, Eva! So glad you enjoyed it.
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Marvelous: succinct and pithy, yet rich as loam. And the illustration, lovely.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked this and find your comment very interesting and flattering.
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I like the suggestion that the barren trees are holding up the sky – that is a clever way of looking at the trees. 🙂
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Thanks MaryEllen! Always appreciate your feedback on my posts.
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Ah, so lovely, as always. I particularly enjoy the way you offer your reader so many images with so few, perfectly crafted, words and pictures. Delightful.
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Hi Laurel! I never thought I was going to include artwork in my blogging as much as I have. A picture does speak, asking for only a few words to complement it. (Sometimes I listen and sometimes I don’t!)
As always, thank you for your encouragement and I hope you have a positive day and week.
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Indeed, what a privilege to “hold up the sky”. And thank you so very, very much for pointing out the huge difference between a lamentation and a sigh!
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Hi, Granbee. Thanks for visiting! Perhaps the word ‘lamentation’ is a little archaic, but call me old-fashioned…I just love the sound and sense of it. And sighing can’t be bad…just another way of breathing!
Have a wonderful day!
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I LOVE the word lametation. In fact, I was the only kid in my Sunday School Class who thought that was an appropriatge title for a book in the Old Testament!
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Did you ever think of making a book with your drawings and poetry? This would be something I would love to cherish….
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I have thought of it…and I think within the year I will have something together, probably to self-publish.
Thank you so much for your encouragement. To see the word “cherish ‘ used in reference to my work is such a special complement!
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At times I get the impression that you are somehow from a long ago era–your writing and art reflect that to me. I love it–there’s a purity about it.
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Well, I know that I’m not that comfortable in the here and now (except as nature is timeless)..at least not in my sensibilities (probably in many other ways too…)
That I might offer a little “purity’ through my writing and art makes me happy.
I thank you for your perceptive comment. It means alot.
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I think I can perceive it in you because I can feel somehow “misplaced” myself. I’m a most sensitive person and this world can be overwhelming at times.
You’re very welcome.
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Yes, I totally understand…especially being most sensitive. I have thought and used the word ‘overwhelming’ many times in response to ‘wordly’ situations. Have a wonderful week!
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Intriguing…
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Thank you and for your visit…
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“Finally the frost bites in the buds and leaves the trees poor with the privilege of holding up the sky.” – gives me one of those ‘damn-I-wish-I-had-said-that’ moments.
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
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Hi! Thanks for visiting! I have those moments all the time…especially since becoming a blogger and seeing what amazing talent is out there, so generous in sharing. I have had a peek at your blog and work, but must set aside some serious time to savor it.
I love your gravatar pic, by the way!
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Thank you. It’s a detail from Gustave Courbet’s ‘The Bather’ or ‘The Woman in the Waves’. I think the model was Joanna Hiffernan (the lover he ‘stole’ from Whistler), who was known in Paris as ‘La Belle Irlandaise’.
M
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I’m eating lunch and looking at your beautiful picture; it’s so perfectly observed. I love it.
The words are wonderful, too. I don’t know if you intended this (I read things in strange ways sometimes!) but this stands out to me as a standalone phrase:
‘poor with the privilege’.
Such a thought-provoking juxtaposition. I find apparently contradictory things like that fascinating; there always seem to be a kernal of truth to be dug out.
‘Lamentation or a sigh’ is lovely too. The line itself sounds like a breath.
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I hope your lunch (perhaps yesterday, by the time you read this) was peaceful and delicious…I feel ‘privileged’ that my painting accompanied it.
I love contradictions too…which is a good thing, because I am full of them! The ‘poor with the privilege’ phrase came to me quickly…but what the privilege was much slower. Then when I finished the sentence and read it back a few times I realized there could be little social statement there. Not necessary to read it that way of course.
I love the idea that flowers breathe and thank you for hearing it that way. Your writing is exquisite and your feedback means so much to me! Have a lovely autumnal weekend.
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This is so simply expressed; it”s lovely (I had to look up rime) I am learning lots here on wordpress. I sometimes can’t believe how many words i just don’t know the meaning of!!
And it goes without saying that the illustration is lovely but I am saying it anyway!
I do so look forward to your posts
Christine
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Thank you Christine! The word ‘rime’ came to me, as words often do to those of us who honor them, a little magically. Besides being a synonym for frost, in olden days it was also sometimes an alternative spelling of rhyme.
I also learn a lot from the writing of others bloggers…and never mind looking up a word or reference. I believe that not knowing should be the first step to finding out!
I am so glad you enjoyed it. Hope I can keep them coming!
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I love your words and artwork here. I can envision the trees ‘holding up the sky’: wonderful!
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it and so appreciate you taking the time to comment.
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Hi! Congrats on making Freshly Pressed!
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Hi! I didn’t realize. Thanks so much for letting me know!
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This is beautiful! I really envy people who have such a creative way with words…trees “holding up the sky”! Thank you.
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Thank you! The trees ‘holding up the sky’ came to me after most of the little piece was written. You are wonderfully creative yourself and your kind feedback is very much appreciated.
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You write about nature in such a beautiful, true and unique way! I especially love the first line. The image of tree branches as arms will stick with me.
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Thank you so much! Lovely to ‘see’ you here! Nature is always such an inspiration and it means alot if I can translate that into something enjoyable and meaningful for others.
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“the privilege of holding up the sky.” fantastic line, I like this poem
“Finally the frost bites in the buds and leaves the trees” I did stumble over this line though, I read it as “buds and leaves, the trees” and there isn’t even a comma. I’m not a very good poetry reader so please ignore me 🙂
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Thanks, Martin.
Perhaps I should’ve put this in more of a poetry format…I decided to make this prose even though it rhymed. I was playing on the word ‘leaves’ though, so your misread wasn’t such a problem in a poetical sense.
Thanks for your feedback–it is always appreciated!
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Lovely! Do you keep these all in a handwritten journal? What a treasure… I feel much like the mum today! Peace & joy to you.
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Thank you! And for such an immediate reply! This one did come from a journal I did…with a little tweaking.
The mum is glad to have such special company! Have a wonderful evening!
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