Saturday, December 5, 2020

In Troubling Times, Wild Hope

I.
She was told, “Blossoming is done
for you—
spring is gone,
summer went cold,
autumn is falling
at winter’s feet.” But wild
roses are too wild to quit blooming
on command.

II.
I am inflamed
with hope.

III.
In troubling times,
poetry can soothe me.
You?

The visuals behind the words:

I.

 II.

III.


- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #49: Get Your Binge On!).

- the “troubling times” bit was borrowed from Poems to Live By in Troubling Times,
an anthology edited by Joan Murray.

47 comments:

  1. Poetry, chocolate, it's the same thing!

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  2. Great poem Absolutely love "autumn is falling
    at winter’s feet" and oh yes poetry can be really soothing Love your visuals as well Especially the last one

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    1. Thank you, Marja. Using magnetic poetry tiles to play with the words on book covers can be really fun!

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  3. Poetry can certainly banish all the negatives from your life...black them out in fact!

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    1. Black them out or turn them into something positive!

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  4. I love that wild rose blooming unseasonably, from which everything else follows.

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    1. I love that defiant rose, too! So much so that I've found myself visiting it the bush almost everyday. Some petals are still hanging on, even after the snow!

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  5. Yes we are very fortunate to be able to read and write poetry...Tis indeed a lifesaver. Love your illustrations.Wild roses bloom wherever they want to. They thrive in adverse conditions

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    1. Wild roses rock. They can teach us a thing or three, can't they?

      And yes, we are lucky to have words.

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  6. Brilliant, Magaly: ‘wild roses are too wild to quit blooming on command’! They inflame me with hope and soothe me too: wild roses, poetry, and your visuals.

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    1. Yay! Let the hope inflammation spread wild. ๐Ÿ˜

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  7. Love the wild roses that will not bloom or wilt on command!

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  8. Oh, definitely! In troubling times poetry is my refuge. Thank you Maga for this dose of hope, and for your ever beautiful visual art.

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    1. I wanted to fit in "poetry and stories", but didn't have enough space, lol! Still, there is so much poetry in stories and stories in poetry, so I guess the tales are there. We are lucky to have words to curl up with.

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  9. Verse III is my favourite

    Stay Safe

    Much❤love

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    1. Thank you, Gillena. I really enjoyed the anthology, in case you are interested.

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  10. Love the optimism of your words Magaly - hope does spring eternal.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Wild hope...I love the way the visuals chime with familiar roses, giving me a reason to repeat them to myself. :)

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  12. In troubling times, poetry can (to borrow your line) inflame me with hope.

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  13. I love the insistence of the rose. Poetry blooms here.

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  14. beautiful bloom indeed! in December?
    i have tried some blackout poetry (okay, some don't look like poetry) but it was quite fun and challenging. maybe it's time to post some. :)

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    1. You know, I visited the rosebush earlier today and most of the rose is still there. Some blooms just keep on going.

      Can't wait to see some of your blackouts!

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  15. Sometimes it feels like hope is doled out like breadcrumbs in a haunted woods. I follow from bit to bit, knowing the forest can't go on forever.

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  16. Poetry can soothe me at any moment in time, like these words of hope and love do.

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    1. Same here. There is something wonderfully balancing about the right words, which help us get where we need to be.

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  17. Poetry to soothe my troubled soul and YES I am a wild rose.

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  18. I love the poem, and the finding of "I am inflamed with h o p e" is marvelous. There are times poetry soothes, but on occasion dark poetry tends to disturb me.

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    1. Probably a more accurate statement would've been, "the right kind of poetry soothes", lol!

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  19. These three fit well together, although they can stand separately. What awesome found poetry in the third image!

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    1. So glad you noticed, Jenna. They were created separately. Then I saw them together, and thought they shared a lot in common.

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  20. Perfect. And in synchronicity with my garden as my wild briar is happily flowering too XXX

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    1. WoooHooo! I'm going to run over to Facebook to see what your blooms have been up to.

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