Cracked Pot – Repost

Thought this one was appropriate to repost with yet another blast of snow forecasted for Western New York tonight and tomorrow; and, also, as I sink further into the sweet lunacy that seems to be unavoidable as I finish a second novel.  Apologies for my absence from your blogs – hopefully, soon I will have more free time and mind-energy! Thank you for your patience.

English Robin Copyright by DM Denton

Looking for a little relief.

The pot is cracked from the cold,
the lavender scented like summer;
spring bulbs show impatience
while knowing they must wait.

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Cracked Pot

Copyright 2013 by DM Denton

Looking for a little relief.

The pot is cracked from the cold,
the lavender scented like summer;
spring bulbs show impatience
while knowing they must wait.

©Artwork, writing and photography unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

Repost: Drought

A repost from last August – with the preparation of my novel for publication (almost there!) I haven’t had time to write for my blog. An even worse drought is affecting my area and much of the US this year, so I thought this poem was appropriate. Hope to be posting something new very soon! Thanks for your patience.

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Waiting
for the rain
there is
a pain
of thirst
in the eyes
and sighs
of the beholders.

Looking
on the dryness
there is
a deafness
to cries
for a break
and stake
in the weather.

Sleeping
through the storm
there is
a swarm
of being
for the birds
and words
of an awakening.    

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

                                                                                                   

Poem: Drought

Waiting
For the rain
There is
A pain
Of thirst
In the eyes
And sighs
Of the beholders.

Looking
On the dryness
There is
A deafness
To cries
For a break
And stake
In the weather.

Sleeping
Through the storm
There is
A swarm
Of being
For the birds
And words
Of an awakening.    

 

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.