subsequent vernal

arqios

 

“subsequent vernal”

 

 

The green stayed hidden

while the field around it

burned and seeded.

You labelled it winter,

called it a broken clock.

 

But look at the cortex now—

fully mapped, solid stone,

suddenly split wide

by ancient lightning

finally, bones for weight.

 

Now the cold makes sense:

it’s an ignition that knows,

watching a slow, wilding thaw—

not a blinded animal in the dark,

but with eyes wide open to the flame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    Not everything is in plain sight my friend but buried deep

    • arqios

      That is so, my friend. That is so ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        most welcome, enjoyed piece

      • sorenbarrett

        Green goes underground in the winter grass and leaves frost burned seeds dropped. The cortex is solid stone of ice. It is this cold that ignites many life forms. There is something magical about the wording of this piece that I can not put my finger on but it gets a fave

        • arqios

          Most appreciated dear friend. The mystery is quite magical indeed. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

          • sorenbarrett

            My pleasure

          • Thomas W Case

            Thereโ€™s a powerful sense of awakening here, where what looked like dormancy or damage is revealed as something gathering strength beneath the surface, until the old structures finally crack and let the fire through. โ€œnot a blinded animal in the dark, / but with eyes wide open to the flameโ€ is the keeper for me, because it transforms the poemโ€™s emergence from something merely instinctive into a conscious reckoning, a self that no longer fears the fire because it has finally learned to see.

            • arqios

              Glad you chose to highlight that, Thomas. The conscious reckoning is something to be gained from and lived. Most satisfying poetic interaction. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

            • orchidee

              Good write A. How's that Spring now?!

              • arqios

                Showers, lots of ๐ŸŒง๏ธ โ›ˆ๏ธ

              • Kevin Hulme

                And Roll on Spring.

                • arqios

                  Yes, do! ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  My froend, I love the movement from cold and confusion toward clear sightโ€ฆthe thaw arrives with its eyes open and refuses to apologize for the fire. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›



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