Possibly one of the best decisions I have made in recent times – subscribe to your blog!
What a treat every day to check my inbox and feast myself to some beautiful verses just like this one. I nearly choked on this one. And I read and re-read and re-read….
Polona this is brilliant poetry. I love the matching of form to content – a single unpunctuated "barren" line. Yet from the outset the focus is "snowflakes". And the key verb is in past tense – "was". So although my first reading was one of the poignancy, re-reading and dwelling on it for a few hours I now prefer an alternative interpretation. That perhaps "she" is no longer desolate, miserable at being childless. The ground is no longer barren but fertile in a new and different way. I sense in this that she has transcended the fate nature has dealt her; that in her life, as in the line of poetry, she is adding beauty, and enchantment to the world. We who delight in her snowflakes are all, poetically, her children.
April 9th, 2013 at 10:09 am
Heartbreaking and lovely. So much said in so few words. Kudos!
April 9th, 2013 at 10:49 am
Full of depth, layers, pain, and poignancy.
Alan
April 9th, 2013 at 11:03 am
A real beauty by one of our finest haiku poets
April 9th, 2013 at 1:11 pm
beautiful and haunting.
April 9th, 2013 at 2:34 pm
Possibly one of the best decisions I have made in recent times – subscribe to your blog!
What a treat every day to check my inbox and feast myself to some beautiful verses just like this one. I nearly choked on this one. And I read and re-read and re-read….
Thank you so much!
April 9th, 2013 at 3:09 pm
Polona this is brilliant poetry. I love the matching of form to content – a single unpunctuated "barren" line. Yet from the outset the focus is "snowflakes". And the key verb is in past tense – "was". So although my first reading was one of the poignancy, re-reading and dwelling on it for a few hours I now prefer an alternative interpretation. That perhaps "she" is no longer desolate, miserable at being childless. The ground is no longer barren but fertile in a new and different way. I sense in this that she has transcended the fate nature has dealt her; that in her life, as in the line of poetry, she is adding beauty, and enchantment to the world. We who delight in her snowflakes are all, poetically, her children.
Truly wonderful
Strider
April 10th, 2013 at 9:07 am
So very poignant.
April 10th, 2013 at 11:26 am
Always lovely, Ms. Cirrus Dream :)