Through This Dying–Jingle’s Poetry Potluck


Trees covered with Snow

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Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ย  This week’s theme is: Aims, Goals and Ambitions. This poem is loosely related to the theme, especially for those of you in snow-bound regions of the Northern Hemisphere.

Through This Dying

When earth returns to stillness
and robins pluck the fruit
from unclothed branches,

when boughs of junipers
lay, crushed beneath
the weight of snow,

and when the nighttime sky
gives way to swathes
of white and gray

then, without sight,
you hope,
await another day.

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29 thoughts on “Through This Dying–Jingle’s Poetry Potluck

  1. Kavita says:

    Oh..this is good!! The flow was really good!! I read it all in one breath, and gasped!! There was no other way to it!! And I CERTAINLY liked how the poem ended… tugging blindly onto that one strand of hope… just strong enough to keep us going!!
    Nicely played, Victoria!
    Thanks for sharing this positivity-filled poem with Potluck!

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  2. mairmusic says:

    Beautiful musing on the doubt and hope that is winter.

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  3. Sam says:

    It is always about hope…lovely.

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  4. ladynimue says:

    This was lovely ! perfect description of “Life goes on”

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  5. heartfelt poem of love for once earth and country…

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  6. Nanka says:

    Wonderful sights and scenes you have captured in your words!! …and one is always eager to see what tomorrow has in store….yes truly new hope and a new picture!!

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  7. kathe w says:

    lovely words- and thanks for commenting on my silly cat poem! Cheers!

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  8. thingy says:

    I feel so hopeful, reading this. The warmth will come. : )

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  9. pamela says:

    Victoria, how beautifully put.
    I love this.

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  10. Bodhirose says:

    Lovely images you brought to my mind, Victoria. Thank you for your beautiful offerings.

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  11. kolembo says:

    we must have been on at the same time! I’m loving the image ‘boughs of juniper…’ beneath the snow, and the way I’m peeking into the scene. It’s quiet.

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  12. Scent of my heart says:

    then, without sight,
    you hope,
    await another day. …

    Hope! Always!

    Very nice one Victoria! Anything to do with hope is in harmony with me and my inside … Thanks for sharing!

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  13. lolamouse says:

    beautiful poem and perfect for how many of us are feeling at this time of year.

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  14. PinkLady says:

    your lovely poem reminded me of eckhart tolle’s quote: “Even when the sky is heavily overcast, the sun hasn’t disappeared. It’s still there on the other side of the clouds.” things always get better. mornings always bring new promises. ๐Ÿ™‚

    http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreaming-of-change.html

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  15. Lyn says:

    Very poignant..and in our hearts..spring..lovely poem!

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  16. trisha says:

    that sure is a wholehearted waiting!
    i just loved this poem. its beautiful and vivid.

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  17. Gives me another thought when we are snow covered. I usually just pretend it isn’t there. Then I have to go out and can’t pretend any more. Great job. Thanks for stopping by.
    QMM

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  18. The snow always melts and then …
    Well done. Happy Potluck days, Victoria.

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  19. Cheryl says:

    If we hold on there is always hope. Beautiful sentiment, Victoria.

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  20. bendedspoon says:

    love your poem — the hope that makes life meaningful ๐Ÿ™‚

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  21. tekia says:

    In spite of all, still hope. Wonderful piece!

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  22. A.B. Thomas says:

    Nicely and brilliant crafted

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  23. budhaaah says:

    Yes HOPE..the most important ingredient in love..life

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  24. cloakedmonk says:

    I really love this. You painted a picture with words.

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  25. This brought a lump to my throat. Beautiful, we are ‘snow shocked’ and this brings hope.

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  26. Jingle says:

    wait for another day?

    lovely imagery, thanks for sharing…
    A++

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  27. Teresa says:

    Certainly does an excellent job of conveying what it’s like to buried beneath all that snow. It really is a sense of waiting. Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/02/06/expressions/

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