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Prosery: Nature’s Conversations

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Sun hovers closely, almost obnoxiously over the seemingly bashful plants. The tiny but glorious sprouts take cover in the decay.

Sun: Wake up and rise to the season! Slither your way through the damp of dead leaves and bloom!

Crocus Bulb: I will not.

Sun: But the bees are winter-weary and waiting. The old maple is budding in neon green. Do you not hear the serenade of songbirds? The rain is barely a sprinkle. I promise.

Crocus Bulb: Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow. I will remain here in earth’s embrace.

Sun: I know your tender shoots have poked the soil. The scent of your saffron has teased the wind. You are a such a tenacious little tuber. What is it you wait for?

Crocus Bulb: I wait to be seen.

Sun nods and slips slowly into the cumulus.

Sanaa is the lovely host over at

dVerse Poets Pub.

We are writing “Prosery” that includes the line, “Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.” – from the poem A Daughter of Eve by Christina Rossetti.

14 responses »

  1. How lovely… I thought the crocus was the first one to jump up to the sun.

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  2. Wow, Mish – this is gorgeous personification! I adore this piece.


    David

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  3. Glenn A. Buttkus

    Must be a teenage tuber, with all that cheeky attitude. I love dialogue poems. I write a lot of them myself. This one makes me smile.

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  4. Ooh this is absolutely exquisite! I so loved the tender way in which you incorporated the line by Rossetti. Bravo! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Mish 💝💝

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  5. that was teasingly lovely! I can see the conversation happening…

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  6. favorite lines in this delightful dialogue:
    “The scent of your saffron has teased the wind. You are a such a tenacious little tuber. “

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  7. “I wait to be seen.” A single line takes the poem to a different level,

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  8. This is such a wonderful conversation, Mish!

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  9. Really, really liked that style, very much…wonderful spring conversation..

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    • Thank you, Ain. Hope you are doing ok. I’ve taken the liberty of quoting a line from your poem, ‘A Song of what they Mislabel as Innocence’ in my Poetics prompt today. 🙂

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  10. I LOVE this conversation! I can imagine the little crocus piping up stubbornly….and in Boston’s chill, I don’t blame any of the crocus for being slow to appear.

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  11. Your prosery piece made me smile … in anticipation of the Spring that will surely arrive soon in my part of the world.

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