Tuesday, November 15, 2011

i will not see frost



i have nothing
to give - a book or a plate
nothing of value even
in thought or cupped tea - a red bird minds
its own business
sharing not more than given
the days timing is all off
and when the wind appears to soften
it is only lying - there are wet stones
to walk and leaves that still require dying
the season is not over - i will
not see frost tonight

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
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24 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 15, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    oh this will be a classic right here! lovely work!!!

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  2. hedgewitchNovember 15, 2011 at 2:01 PM

    Very complete poem, even though it has a wide and untrammeled field to work with in so few words. An inevitable feel to the progression here. "..leaves that still require dying..' gives an almost shuttered feel, the seasons, getting on with their tasks, not giving anything away.

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  3. UnknownNovember 15, 2011 at 2:06 PM

    the fall/winter cusp is my fav time of year.. I like how you gave it so much life in so few words.

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  4. Carrie Van HornNovember 15, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    It is a sort of waiting time....love how you captured that point in the slow ending of a season....hope all is going well for you Bkm...the frost will come soon enough....it seems time just goes by toooo fast sometimes.

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  5. ClaudiaNovember 15, 2011 at 2:17 PM

    wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying...intriguing and leaves open space for all kind of interpretations.

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  6. dsNovember 15, 2011 at 2:27 PM

    This is perfect, bkm. So much evoked in so few lines. Thank you.

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  7. ScarletNovember 15, 2011 at 4:33 PM

    an intriguing write... i think of an off-day, when its neither here nor there

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  8. Brian MillerNovember 15, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    sometimes we need nothing to give...just being there in that moment and even realising some things still need to die...

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  9. Tammie LeeNovember 15, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    for me this feels like a stand of thoughts
    feelings
    what 'is'
    lovely and quiet

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  10. Tammie LeeNovember 15, 2011 at 4:41 PM

    also, i always enjoy hearing from you
    thank you ~

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  11. Laurie KolpNovember 15, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    Beautiful... the last two lines are so powerful.

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  12. SheilaNovember 15, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    Waiting and doing nothing are very hard but are what we all need much more of in our lives, IMHO

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  13. The UnknowngnomeNovember 15, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    Beautiful depiction of a November autumn.

    For me it is reminiscent of Robert Frost:

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

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  14. steveroniNovember 15, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    Barbara, you will not see frost tonight. OK. But the greater loss will be the frost's, who will not see YOU tonight!
    Amen
    PEACE
    Steve E

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  15. Broken SparklesNovember 16, 2011 at 1:03 AM

    you have so much to give, starting with your words here, such a treasure! i think this is my first time at your place and I love my visit!

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  16. Lorenzo — Alchemist's PillowNovember 16, 2011 at 1:52 AM

    This is hauntingly evocative. And "the leaves that still require dying" is magnificent.

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  17. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 16, 2011 at 5:55 AM

    Dear BKM

    Its such a lovely verse ... waiting for the winter to come but then how can it be... when...
    'it is only lying - there are wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying'
    ... made me wait all the more for winter...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html

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  18. Dulçe ♥November 16, 2011 at 12:42 PM

    You never cease to astound me with your complex yet so simple words. Peaceful rhythm that I love

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  19. theborgpoetNovember 16, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    2nd time at reading this...I enjoyed this but I do not know why..lyrical...wonderfully crafted!

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  20. Samuel Peralta / SemaphoreNovember 16, 2011 at 4:23 PM

    I haven't read through every poem in your oeuvre, but of all the poems that I have read of yours - this is my favorite. It's deceivingly simple, and oh so wonderful to read aloud. Now a touchstone poem for me - thank you for sharing this.

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  21. James RainsfordNovember 17, 2011 at 9:01 AM

    A beautiful and fitting description of my favourite season. Great economy of language and a deep response to the not quite departure of summer. I love it.

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  22. BeachannyNovember 17, 2011 at 9:02 AM

    I agree with Sam. You too are reducing your poetry to its bones. Exceptional!

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  23. signed...bkmNovember 17, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    Thanks for all the great comments and compliments I am so appreciative of everyones input...thank you ...bkm

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  24. Luke PraterNovember 17, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    there are wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying

    what're very strong here, Barbara, are the descriptive passages, esp. on nature. This piece wends it's way like a late Autumn day quite beautifully.

    (btw are you entering our Creative Challenge on the theme of 'Change'? Deadline is Sunday 5pm EST)

    Warmest

    Luke

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