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Jesse Ellsbury Prelude to the Seasons Now is the intersection of the future and past where all the things I’ve tried won’t last like the whitewashed leaves of winter branches waving at half-mast dripping from the icicles I know are made of glass and yet they slip onto my wrists, fading from my grasp. Winter is when time dies. The melting starts before the sun has scared away the dark with all the nightmare dreams I’ve seen departing from the ark, competing with the heating of the blooming in the park, yes, I’m sure that there’s no cure, the sun is just a spark. I have heard songs without words: the echo of the meadowlark. Spring is when time is revived. Midyear is the apex of the season’s sense of time – latex flowers where the reasons wrestle in the grime, the sky has fallen, Heaven’s balling – no, Heaven is blind to the struggle as we juggle fruits rotting on the vine; it’s our last gasp before the asp gets us for our crimes. Summer is the word we have for things we cannot find. The downward slope as we try to cope with things that we have lost in our trials I have filed away what life has cost; I see the leaves, the balding trees I’ll do my best to gloss over all I know with snow but still I’ll be embossed with the scars, I’ll pretend they’re stars like lichens amidst moss. Autumn is when we decide whether we shall hide. Jesse Ellsbury's Other Poems Related Poems Form: Trending Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (Prelude to the Seasons by Jesse Ellsbury ) Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Maya Angelou Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967) Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973) Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886) Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849) - Elizabeth Barrett Browning William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) Roald Dahl (13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990) - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Still I Rise, Maya Angelou - Dreams, Langston Hughes - If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou - If, Rudyard Kipling - Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe - As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes - Daffodils, William Wordsworth
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann an ghrian ~ Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (~ Scairteann an ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery ) Top Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Still I Rise Maya Angelou Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe PoemHunter.com Updates Haven't you entered a poetry contest yet? Check out our list Great Poems and Quotes Everyday on our Facebook page. The Poetry Archive of Emily Dickinson Share your writing tips on 'Writing Poetry' forum page New Poems - Let Me, Lauren B Called - Consider a Change in Direction, Seema Chowdhury - Twilight Corsage Of The King Of Heaven, mary douglas - God, Show Me the Way, Seema Chowdhury - A Baby Mobile As Impossibly The Pattern .., mary douglas - Calm Negative Emotions, Seema Chowdhury - Leaf, gajanan mishra - MAZZIN VILLAGE ضيعة مزين, MOHAMMAD SKATI Sweetie!, Leylek D. Sovura - It Is Our Destiny, Seema Chowdhury