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