
in Winter
in all Winters
it lays dormant inside
domed darkness
you walk past it looking nowhere
anywhere, but not there
never there
yet it goes still
growing bedrock feral
mushroom bellied
lichen ferocious
trapping pain web-like
crackling like ice
smelling like bruised desperation
like untouched skin
like hot ash scattered by eroded winds
you don’t need to see
to feel
you walk faster looking nowhere
anywhere, but not there
never there
yet it goes still
like tides
like movement
Spring saplings tap-dancing
on rooted tiptoes
daffodils issuing battle cries
thrusting spears upward
dandelion puffs cooing
dreaming light again
there’s a light somewhere
he says
your nested winds sigh
your meadow grasses rustle
your waters ripple gently
just a bit longer
you tell your forest
hold tight
Beautiful imagery, Bridget❣️
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I so appreciate that Cindy. Thank you.
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Bridgette, A little bit darker this poem, the opening in to the void conjures up alsorts of fears, but outside it’s murky grasp nature endures busting into life, you are telling your forest to hold tight as spring is about to show in all it’s glory🙏😁❤️
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Yes, this one is a bit darker. I can be that way sometimes, as I think we all can. But I always try and end with hope, because darkness doesn’t last forever.
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Bridgette, the poem is still beautifully written. Thanks for sharing 🙏❤️
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Thank you for the kind words 🙂 Hope you have a wonderful day today.
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I am not looking there, never there. Jesus, so spooky waiting for spring.
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This definitely got a lot darker and spookier than I expected, but it matched my mood. I was feeling super down, but I did try and end it with some hope. Spring is coming.
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Lovely flow and imagery!
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Thank you. I tired to really just let this one go and see where it took me. I’m glad you liked it.
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Lovely flow & inspiring poem write you. Amazing nature beauty poem. , Bridgette!
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I appreciate you! Thank you.
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Me too 😀!
Most welcome My friend 😊!
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So beautiful writing and photography
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So kind! Thank you.
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🌺🌺
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Chilling photograph. I’d as soon ignore that as walk past a cemetery at night without whistling. Those first two stanzas brief as they are mate perfectly with the dark shell inside the snowed over lair.
Yes, this poem is all feeling, and that is what we read, what we receive.
Then you plead with your forest, and we feel that too. The feelings we can understand without even the words.
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I appreciate you understanding the feelings behind this poem—that feeling of not wanting to look at the darkness. I hope the poem left you feeling hope though, because Spring is coming. It’s what I hold on to.
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Very powerful photo paired with haunting verses. Beautifully written, Bridgette! 🙂
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I’m so glad you liked them, Tom. I appreciate you so much. Thank you!
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Haunting, Bridgette! 💞💞💞 Nicely done!
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Thanks! You can tell I’ve been in a bit of a funk…but I promise I’m feeling better and my poetry will get lighter again.
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Being ‘real’ makes it even better…don’t ever apologize for where you are…you never know who you may help with the place you are in 💞💞💞
That being said, I hope you shake the funk quickly….it’s not a fun place to be stuck in 💞
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“mushroom bellied, dandelion puffs, nested wind sighs,” i agree beautiful imagery here bridget! xo
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That’s so kind! Thank you.
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This photo is so very beautiful, great poem
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you.
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Beautiful imagery
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Thank you.
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Beautiful imagery! I really enjoyed reading this one!
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I’m so glad! This is probably my recent favorite.
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