it is the interlude between winter and spring,
not warm enough for green,
not cold enough for grey,
an amorphous pearl hanging motionless
from the soft neck of infinity,
this is a separate season,
layers of cold huddling round trees
pretending to be warm,
the tepid light falling like snow
from the eye of a desultory sun,
it is the entr’acte between love and everything else,
not long enough for a ballad of ache,
not wrong enough for a masquerade,
a blemished poem sighing wordless
in the broken arms of complexity,
there is a separate reason,
for dissonance can grow to fill
any space between yes and no,
for distrust can paint green as grey
till the fog can shift no more,
it is the punctuated quiet,
it is the staccato scream,
it is this purgatory between now and
ever after.
of yours, my new favorite ~
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Thanks so much..glad you liked it.
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Excellent! I feel caught “in the spaces” in your poem. As a little girl going to what my mom called “sister school” I learned about Purgatory. Each night I said one Hail Mary prayer and told God to use it for the one soul that just needed that one prayer to move from Purgatory to heaven. Wow — haven’t thought of that in years and years!! The waiting places…
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Wow..that’s so thoughtful, especially when one is that young. Thanks Lillian.
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Beautiful.
and your poem is exactly what this time is.
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Thanks so much Imelda.
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This is one of your best poems, or maybe I can relate so well. This is how I’ve been feeling about the weather when I’m biking. Loved it.
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Thank you Bekkie.
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Perfect description of transition, becoming, purgatory, call it what you will…
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Thanks Marina.
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It is the words that leave you satisfied and yet wanting more! So much about this poem that I really love!
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Thanks Bryan, much appreciated.
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Love the space and ending lines most specially ~ Thanks for joining us Thotpurge ~
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Thank you Grace.
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Great description of the In-Between, with special nuggets throughout, “broken arms of complexity” being one. Good read!
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Thanks so much Bev.
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I was waiting for you to say, ‘It is life’. The next step, the one after the now, the known. Lovely interlinking chain of images.
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It is life indeed..thanks Jane.
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This is a superb piece of writing. The last 4 lines are stunning. I clapped out loud when I read those.
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Thank you Paul. Much appreciated.
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Beautiful words beautifully crafted. I got that sense of waiting too.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna. 🙂
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Oh gosh, this is a wonderful poem, rife with creative & fresh insights, & brimming with terrific word-smithing. Kim mentioned my favorite lines, but you really had me at /not long enough for a ballad of ache/ and /the blemished poem sighing wordless/.
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Thanks so much Glenn… appreciate the level of detail in your writing. Glad you liked this one.
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I liked the idea of “now and ever after” being described as a “purgatory” which actually makes sense.
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Thank you Frank.
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A beautiful piece Rajani, I especially love ‘an amorphous pearl hanging motionless
from the soft neck of infinity’ :o)
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You are very welcome :o) xxx
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I really like this… so much reminds me of Dante’s Limbo… I get a sense of waiting.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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It can be like that, hanging between seasons, neither here nor there, and you’ve captured it well. I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘an amorphous pearl hanging motionless
from the soft neck of infinity’
and,
‘it is the entr’acte between love and everything else,
not long enough for a ballad of ache,
not wrong enough for a masquerade’,
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Thanks so much Kim. 🙂
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an amorphous pearl hanging motionless from the soft neck of infinity… that’s an incredible image!
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Thanks Sanaa.
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Beautiful, musical piece.
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Thank you🙂
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really like the bookended “it is’s” and my favorite in-between is the pearl hanging from the soft neck of infinity. wow
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
– T.S. Eliot
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Between TP and T.S. is a world of skill and craft!!!
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mere shadow 🙂
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