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The Seasons of My Writing

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The Seasons of My Writing

I can’t speak for every writer
of prose and poetry,
but from my own experience
this is what pertains to me.
As there are seasons in the natural,
some lovely, some not so inviting;
the same thing occurs when it comes to my pen.
There are seasons of my writing.

I’ve been through some winter like seasons
longing for inspiring urge,
but my pen felt cold and lifeless
almost like a funeral dirge.
These times of seeming deadness
when it appeared there was no inspiration,
although some of them lasted for years,
were really stages of hibernation.

Then at last there came a thawing,
a melting of my frosted pen;
sap that lay so still and dormant,
miraculously flowing again.
Suddenly, my quill, alive with bloom
and flowing like a fountain.
Free verse, limerick and haiku
come skipping over the mountain.
Poetry it starts to bloom
of various hue and shade,
stirring refrains and ballads 
that sweetly serenade.
The forms that now are breaking forth
to me, they might be new,
a villanelle, a tyburn or perhaps a clerihew.

Then spring gives way to summer
with weather oh so warm;
palm trees and sweltering breeze
an easy feeling in my form.
Those hot August nights can quickly pass
with refreshing iced tea in my poet’s glass.

Then on into the next season
for fall, it now is time.
The colors are slowly fading.
Still there’s reason in my rhyme.
Hot apple cider, the pumpkin patches
And gloriously fun hay rides,
the air is stiff and cooler
yet inspiration continues to abide.

Finally, it’s ‘round to winter again,
and in spite of the holiday hustle;
it seems my pen has fallen asleep
and will not move a muscle.
I may feel unproductive
and like I’m really sluffing,
but it’s at this time God reminds me
that without Him I am nothing.
So, I’ll read and wait and pray
until God sees fit, and then,
when the timing is just right
He will send me spring again!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 6/6/2017 11:18:00 AM
Beautiful writing Carol, I appreciate the mix of seasons with writing nice metaphor! We all go through dry spells although mine usually last only a few weeks. Like you mentioned there is so much beauty in creation, there is inspiration for all. I'm curious you mentioned Saturnalia, nice to see an informed person on this subject. The origin of Christmas in America is very interesting. The pilgrims and Quakers would not celebrate it because of the pagan roots, but material interests won out!
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Date: 6/6/2017 2:30:00 PM
Thank you for your kind comments, John! I was raised catholic and never knew about Saturnalia growing up but after I repented, was baptized in Jesus' name and received the Holy Ghost at the age of 16, God began to open my eyes to a lot of false doctrines. We still celebrate Christmas as a time to remember Christ's birth but we don't do the Santa thing.
Date: 5/11/2017 8:04:00 AM
Carol, that was an amazing poem where your pen and your heart beat in tune with the flow of each season. I greatly enjoyed this read. A 7:) Amitiés
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Date: 5/11/2017 11:54:00 AM
Thank you for your kind comments, Anne-Marie! :-)
Date: 5/8/2017 3:36:00 PM
Lovely write Carol, love the pace and flow, peace be with you.
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Date: 5/8/2017 3:53:00 PM
Thank you, Charlie!
Date: 5/8/2017 10:10:00 AM
Poetry my dear friend, Carol, comes from the Greek verb " Poieo" which means, among other things, produce, create, bringing something to light! God is "The poet of Everything"! Your poem is a small beautiful creation that brought to life this magnificent writing!A 7!
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Date: 5/8/2017 11:59:00 AM
Thank you, Demetrios. You are always so kind! :-)
Date: 5/8/2017 1:30:00 AM
It is only right that we appreciate the four seasons. Each have their reason for being. God's ways are always right. Although winter is hard compared to others, I remember He was born in winter and that inspires me a lot even if it not my favorite season. Lovely poem.
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Date: 5/8/2017 12:13:00 PM
Hi Victor. I really appreciate your feedback. There are other things about winter too that are truly amazing such as snowflakes. They are so intricate and beautiful when viewed under a microscope, and there are no two alike. Along with you, I celebrate Christmas on December 25th to commemorate Jesus' birth, although I personally don't believe He was born that day. If you're interested, you can do a Google search on Saturnalia. Also, there are some hints in Scripture that indicate the unlikelihood of Christ being born in winter, such as the shepherd being out in the field keeping watch over their flocks by night. December is a cold, rainy season in Judea so it is likely the shepherds would seek shelter for their flocks at night. Anyhow, there is more I could say, and I don't want to come across as a know it all, because I still have a lot to learn. Just wanted to share a few things to consider. Thanks again for your kind comments. :-)
Date: 5/7/2017 8:06:00 PM
Hello, I truly enjoyed this Carol and I think that every true writer can easily relate to this. I know I can. Very well written :)
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Date: 5/8/2017 11:52:00 AM
Thank you so much, Lenna! :-)
Date: 5/7/2017 6:37:00 PM
Excellent. Very well written! I bet many can relate to this, but you have put this together so well :)
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Date: 5/7/2017 6:57:00 PM
Thank you for your kind comments, Heidi! :-)
Date: 5/7/2017 12:25:00 PM
There is poetry in everything around us, in all we hear and see, if only we open ourselves to them. Great job of capturing the thoughts we share with you, Carol. This is really well written. I especially like the last lines of the second verse ;-)
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Date: 5/7/2017 3:46:00 PM
Hi Lin! Thank you for stopping by and commenting. Truly there is much around us that can inspire poetry, but sometimes it's just not our season to write. I want to be able to enjoy the beauty in every season, even winter.
Date: 5/7/2017 12:19:00 PM
I can relate to all you write here Carol - lets hope we are here for many more seasons to come:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 5/7/2017 3:40:00 PM
Hi Jan. Yes, let's enjoy the beauty of each season while we have them. :-)
Date: 5/7/2017 12:17:00 PM
This is a wonderful comparison Carol, and I fully agree with you, I had never looked at it this way, and it's an eye opener. My seasons run past fast! But yeah, it cycles.
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Date: 5/7/2017 3:39:00 PM
Hi Darren. Thanks for your visit and kind comments. All seasons have their purpose, but I must say that my favorite is spring.
Date: 5/7/2017 12:08:00 PM
I have to agree Carol. My poetry goes in cycles. Beautiful writing.
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Date: 5/7/2017 3:37:00 PM
Thank you, Tim! :-)