December 2021
deceptive,
this amidst—always
searching for
hereafter–
breath catches, consumed, clinging
to vanishing light
silence waits,
determinedly grey,
unfinished–
holding on
to the bare crowns of branches–
expectant, fallow
wind rattles
inside—brumal, edged
with frozen
promises–
hope hangs tenuous, threaded–
taut, still, wintering
A seasonal dVerse quadrille for my December grid. De provided the word crown as inspiration.
Tags: #dversepoets, brush painting, collage, poetry, quadrille, shadorma, stitched paper, stitching, winter
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Kerfe your art and the quadrille speak to me of winter, cold, and the hope for better tomorrows. This piece is excellent. ❤️
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Thanks Colleen. I worked hard on it. I’m glad the feeling came through.
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It’s gorgeous! Have you ever framed a piece along with poetry? I bet that would be stunning! ❤️
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No, but I’ve thought about printing illustrated broadside. I need to be more organized to do anything like that though. I’m still working on decluttering my life, which is way too complicated in every way.
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It will all come to you as you need it to. Sometimes we just have to let it all evolve. ❤️
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That’s true. I really must clear out and organize what I’ve accumulated (including art and writing) over the last 50 years of my life. My mother discarded most of the first 20 years during one of their moves. I gave my girls the choice to look through all their stuff first. They kept a lot of it, so probably I was better off that my mother didn’t ask.
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LOL! I lugged my five kid’s stuff for years. Finally the took what they wanted. What a relief! ❤️
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It is.
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Inside/outside, dark of winter… excellent poem.
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Thanks D.
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Oh — love the artwork too.
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Thank you!
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I captivated by your words and artwork – they compliment each other so well …. I will just have to sit and enjoy, explore in silence for a while …. lovely energy within, yet equally still …..
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Thanks so much.
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Lovely artwork, Marta. Such a beautiful poem too.
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Thanks Marta.
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Welcome always 😊😊
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This piece of art makes me think of some sort of surreal, magical tic-tac-toe game – something like what they might play at Hogwarts 😀
❤
David
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I like that you think it has magic!
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I truly love these lines, especially:
“holding on
to the bare crowns of branches”
What a visual that evokes!
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Thanks De.
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I love the paper, the stitching on it, the jagged edge showing on both the smooth surface of one side and the seedy underside. We reside in that plane in between. Glad to be reading and seeing your work again, K.
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Thanks Jade. Good to have you back!
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You are very welcome. Thank you, K 🙂
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I like the tension in this, and the feeling of continuity
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Thanks Ingrid. We do pull in with the cold I think.
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These two together, poem and art, wow, you know winter all the way into its soul. Just fantastic.
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It is high praise when something I create produces that reaction. Thanks Claudia!
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I love your images, Kerfe. I don’t ‘get’ much poetry, but the word that came to my mind that fits your pictures and your words is: brittle, as what surrounds most of us in this winter season. I hope I haven’t totally misread it.
j
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Thanks Jack. Brittle was definitely a word in my mind when I was writing it, so you are right on the mark.
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Beautifully descriptive, Kerfe. I feel cold reading this.
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Thanks Robbie. That’s the effect I was looking for.
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