just for a moment
in its brutal course
that covers all traces
of earth’s life force,
icicles come alive
with a sweet green tinge
and bloom as snowdrops
on the edge of spring.
Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2021
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #56: Hit Me With Your Best Shot
This Wednesday Rommy asks us to reflect on either the phrase ‘pull no punches’ or ‘pull your punches’ in poetry and prose, fiction or non-fiction.
Image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Lovley!
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Thanks Kim!
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Oh, how gorgeous; what a delightful example you’ve found.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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You’ve lightened my heart.
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😊
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I am delighted with the way you approached the prompt and the way you’ve personified winter here. This made me look forward to the snowdrops blooming here (though winter is acting more like Rocky Balboa in the Philly burbs and it looks like we may have another snow storm this week).
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Thank you, Rommy!
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Any day now (not soon enough!) . Love the compact brevity, KR. Salute.
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Thanks Ron! We had snow this morning but the sun is out now and more snowdrops have bloomed in the garden. Yes, it’s on its way.
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We have a way to go in Central Oregon’s High Desert Country ~~~ your lovely poem provides a glimmer of what’s to come. Sigh.
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Thanks Helen.
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I love where you went with this prompt, Kim. We’re due more snow, though. Come on, icicles!
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We haven’t had this much snow since my grandson was born three years ago.
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Lovely shot!
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Thank you, Robin!
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Wonderful verse and great pic Kim!
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Thank you, Rob!
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