Solace in Purgatory Season
March still brown, not yet
green, relief of the in between.
I relish lack of expectations,
heralding holidays, demarcation
of calendar year like commas
in sentences and stanza breaks
in poems. That pause, breath
I inhale. Moment before affords
space for reflection and energy
to gather for tasks like rocks
stacked, each balanced, support
for the next, toppling over
haphazardly, as it is supposed to be.
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Such a great title and a great poem. Very concise too!
Thank you. Law of parsimony, yes?
Lovely poem, Elizabeth! We all need that bit of breathing room to revive the spirit. Like “tasks like rocks/stacked”
Thank you, friend!
Beautiful music here, Elizabeth! Love the rhymes and the ideas.
I know! Me, rhyming! I mean… 🙂
Thanks, friend
What I find most enchanting about your work is your mastery of lines. Your enjambment really emphasizes the direct relations of your language while continuing their collective analysis of your subject.
Thank you, Hunter! Such praise. I appreciate you.