Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Unwrapped

Baubles plucked from conifer
brittle memories carefully
wrapped in tissue,
packed away; forgotten

remnants, another year 
discarded

as outdoors-in leaves once again.

Days
of darkcloud skies,
and snowpack earth

leave me
unwrapped; empty
as the cardboard at the curb.

©  Ginny Brannan January 2012
Thanks, my friends at FEPC!



Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #26 01/10/12

13 comments:

  1. yep winter has that way about it...it will all be over soon enough...i hope...smiles...we packed up christmas and still no snow...they say maybe sunday we will see...

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  2. Thanks, Brian. Just cold and dreary here. No snow yet for us either!

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  3. Forgotten remnants, another year discarded

    ...leave me unwrapped.

    Such a lonely poem.

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  4. Very nice metaphor. Super imagery. You really captured a melancholy facet of the season. I enjoyed this very much, Ginny.

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  5. The final image of that cardboard at the curb is just fantastic and sums up the title perfectly! Well penned, Poet!

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  6. Ginny... you've really hollowed out that emptiness of early January..'darkcloud skies'

    Nicely done.

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  7. Hey Ginny, I really love what you've captured here...well not the feeling, but the clarity you've achieved inviting us into that moment. darkcloud and snowpack...fantastic compound words there! Great poetry

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  8. Very effective imagery--and I can def relate.

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  9. Oh, come visit me in the desert. Check out your interview on my blog. Nice new comment for you!

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  10. Oh Ginny, I really like the way this one evolved from the first time I saw it on the board at FEPC. Although, I liked that too! Anyway, kudos on a real gem you have here.

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  11. My thanks to all of you for reading and sharing your thoughts and comments. Have been slowly packing Christmas away. Always a bit sad and let down to see all the decorations put away for another year, as we settle into the cold winter months, Spring still on the distant horizon. Have always referred to this as the winter doldrums, and was inspired to express as this poem. Thanks again, everyone!

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.