Inspired by KR5 “Orbiting,” and JL5 “Green Man”
Orbiting
-Kerfe Roig
Green Man
-John Law
Spinning, spinning, spinning—
circles, cycles, ends, beginning—
mortality underpinning
hopes, goals, decisions
to power pose with practiced smile,
and walk her steps and run a mile,
to dial back time, and stay a while
her fear of dying.
But, turning, turning, turning
the Moon still glows, the sun’s still burning,
And see? The green man, he’s returning
to bloom the ground with flowers ‘round
where once all seemed cold and dying,
awakened seeds from dreams untying,
raise their tendrils trying, trying–
seeking warmth and air.
Now the robin sings it clear–
another orbit, another year.
This is for Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. This one was a difficult one for me. The poem is based on the two pieces of art above. To see all the art and poems, visit Wombwell Rainbow. This is also my NaPoWriMo poem, since I know I will not have time to get to the prompt today. So many poems, so little time! 😀
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
“Now the robin sings it clear–
another orbit, another year.”💜
Love this!
Thank you so much! 💙
‘where once all seemed cold and dying,
awakened seeds from dreams untying,
raise their tendrils trying, trying–
seeking warmth and air.’ This was my favorite! That’s exactly how I feel waiting for the warm air. Nice, Merril.
Thank you so much, Jill! 💙
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
And so go the seasons, round and round, without fail.
Lovely!
Thank you, Dale! 😀
Pleasure is all mine!
That’s beautiful ☺️
Thank you so much!
Your efforts well rewarded – love the repetition and circling, the underlying essence of seasons.
Thank you so much!
I know the feeling about the number of poems and the lack of time! But this is a fine poem of the cycles of life, well done once again 😊
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 😀
I like the way you drew the green man into the circle.
Indeed, too many prompts, too little time !(K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. 😀
When I read your comment that you found the prompt difficult, I went back to the images and read the poem again. I think in this instance, the images are necessary to fully appreciate the meaning of the poem. This is whom the poem is speaking to:
to power pose with practiced smile,
and walk her steps and run a mile,
to dial back time, and stay a while
her fear of dying.
And she is I.
Thank you very much for your careful reading and comment, Liz.
I think after a while, I’ll come back to these poems and revise.
You’re welcome, Merril. I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’re planning (or working on) a poetry collection.
I’ve worked on a few–we’ll see. 😀
That sounds promising . . . 🙂
😀
I can imagine you spinning frantically to this one!
Hahaha. 😀
Love the rhythm of this poem!
Thank you very much, Marie!