As we head towards Mother’s Day here in the United States, I am sharing some poems written about motherhood. I wrote this poem last spring about the late arrival of spring and well, about other things said and unsaid between mother and daughter.
“It’s only spring up to the knees.”
My daughter dribbles her ball
as the season pulls on its high socks
hoping to get put in the game soon.
“Just a matter of time,”
I tell her without believing it.
True, the forest reopened its sauna,
sweating out puddles of frost.
Still, frigid flakes impulsively fall
lacquering the trees
in starched white coats;
surgeons biopsying sunshine.
Winter’s dandruff is repulsive
and each day indoors feels woolen.
No new cars scratch the driveway,
so now even the way out will chafe.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
What a brilliant first line, and then it just gets better!
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Thank you very much. I’m glad it didn’t deflate as the daughter provided that first line 😉
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It sounds like you were mostly inspired by the weather. Is it cold there?
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I’ll ask my toes and let you know in a frost-bit. 😉
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I love this poem…..however this is my favorite verse,
Still, frigid flakes impulsively fall
lacquering the trees
in starched white coats;
surgeons biopsying sunshine.
💙
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Thank you. Sorry for my delay in response. That one probably comes from my novel I’m penning. Appreciate you reading and commenting.
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You’re welcome, no problem. My pleasure.
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Fabulous. Love the opening line and the line about winter dandruff and the verse quoted by eob2. In short… Entrancing
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Thank you very much. The flakes today looked just like dandruff and felt just as unwanted. Appreciate you reading and commenting.
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love the imagery of this: stanza three is the stand out —
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Thanks, John.
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‘the forest reopened its sauna,
sweating out puddles of frost.’ – loved that description. Very apt yet unexpected image for the onset of Spring! ❤ Hadn't ever considered it from that perspective before 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. I’m glad you found it fresh, Today, the sky is wearing its grey wig. A very distinguished Friday. Hope to catch some more tidbits of imagery as I have a wedding to attend. 💍
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Hope the weather brightens for the big day! ❤
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I love these! And the picture, too.
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Thank you. This one was written near the end of a long lockdown. It did feel like at times there might now be a way out.
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I thought I recognized this: great photo and poem, from its arresting opening to its last lines esp the one about ‘winter dandruff’ 🙂
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Yes, it was a moment last spring. One tense from a long winter lockdown, but a mommy moment.
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mommy moments or mummy moments as we say down under are priceless 🙂
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😊
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Thank you. 😁
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“Winter’s dandruff is repulsive
and each day indoors feels woolen.” I know exactly how this feels. Lovely write, K.
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Thank you kindly, Jeff. It is an unforgettable feeling those days of lockdown. It was harder still to have small children who didn’t understand any of it, really. I appreciate you reading and connecting with my poetry. 💜
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You’re welcome, K. Always. Ah, I’ve lots of friends with little ones, and it is inspiring to see how well all of you, the children included, have handled this pandemic. Terribly difficult. Connecting with you poetry is a joy for me. Have a lovely Mother’s Day, K. 💜
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Thank you. This is so kind of you to say. You are such a great encourager. 💜
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