Fire/ Aries...

ARIES

Coated by winter's demise,
three inches of snow
can't halt the impertinence of daffodils
pushing to stand on earth
made virgin again.

Renaissance in the garden
is a holiday for Aries.
A promise carried on the air,
a trace of green to sniff as hope,
to live anew
no matter what the year collected.

Aries discards history
with a snap so sharp
that the past is not only over and done,
but resting in winter's crypt.

At the vernal turn,
trust without end,
a blade of grass,
a childlike laugh,

once more to cross
the threshold into spring.


Inspired to join Jingle Poetry, Monday Poetry Potluck, with this week's theme...Fire, Water, Earth, Air...I chose Fire..pretty easy for an Aries.  This poem was originally published in my book of poetry, Two Ghosts, seemed to be just what I was looking for.  Hope you enjoy this and the many other poems that have been presented because of Jingle's blog.  Well done, one and all!

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CHOCOLATE. JUST BECAUSE.
WELL REALLY, BREAD AND CHOCOLATE.
AND DANCING ON THE BEACH.
THAT SAYS IT FOR ME.
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Not having an original thought today, I have
had to resort to "lifting" a list. When in
doubt,"LIST".
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Thank you Willow, thank you Poetikat,
for providing the meme for me to cadge!!
Always grateful for the inspiration you provide!
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The photos somehow may weave into the text.
I sort of mean them to. Oops, one just
disappeared.
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1. Current Obsessions:
a. American Idol. Can't help myself.
b. Inventing a time machine.
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2. Item from closet wearing most often:
Faded blue denim work shirt from 1990's.
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3. What's for dinner:
Lentil soup, with big chunks of new
potatoes and carrots, thick. Levain Boule
bread from Balthazar. Ginger tea, mini
chocolate covered donut. Carb freak.
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4. Last thing bought:
Blue and white striped Capri's from
V's Secret, because I had a gift card.
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5. What am I listening to:
Album Francais/ Amarcord. One hundred
years of French vocal music. A Capello.
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6. Favorite vacation spots:
Paris, Fire Island, Rome, Moscow.
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7. Vacation spots I must visit before I die:
Fire Island, San Francisco, St. Paul de Vence
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8. Four words to describe myself:
Hopeful, ready, artsy, reincarnated.
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9. Guilty pleasures:
That I never have guilt.
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10. First spring thing:
Getting ready for my birthday, the second
day of spring.
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11. Best thing I ate or drank lately:
Strawberries and champagne. At noon.
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12. Who would you like to have dinner with?
Living, or gone:
Julia Child, and she does the cooking.
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13. Care to share some wisdom:
" A writer is a person for whom writing
is more difficult than it is for other
people". Thomas Mann/ 1875-1955
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Rules if you want to participate:
1. Rework.
2. Answer questions on your own blog.
3. Replace one question/ add one question.
4. You can tag if you wish, or leave it
up to fate!

REMEMBER: Eat chocolate, eat bread,

and dance on a beach!

Springtime!

WELCOME TO SPRING!
WELCOME TO ARIES!
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Here's one Aries baby, March 22,
jumping to the conclusion that
Jack Frost is history once more!!
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XXXXXXXXXXX ARIES
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Falling in winter's demise,
three inches of snow can't halt
the impertinence of daffodils
pushing to stand on earth
made virgin again.
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Renaissance in the garden
is a holiday for Aries.
A promise carried on the air,
a trace of green to sniff as hope,
to live anew no matter what the year collected.
x
Aries discards history with a snap so sharp
that the past is not only over and done,
but resting in winter's crypt.
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At the vernal turn,
trust without end,
a blade of grass,
a childlike laugh,
once more to cross
the threshold into spring.
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from TWO GHOSTS/ poems

Saint-Paul de Vence

YESTERDAY I GOT LOST IN A BREEZE.
BEING AN ARIES, I WAS READY TO POUNCE
ON THE FIRST WARM CLUE THAT SPRING
MAY BE IN THE AIR.
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I know that it's still the middle of February, but
Mother Nature has been slipping in brazen
enticements to those of us who are susceptable to seduction.
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There I was, sniffing the air like a demented groundhog
shedding his shadow. I became unhinged convincing
myself that springtime is around the corner.
Well, prove to me that it's not!
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And then I started looking for peaches, my well known addiction.
And then I started dreaming of the Peaches of St. Paul.
I got lost in that yearning, but found some relief by
reading for myself the last stanza of the poem I posted
several weeks ago, the very Peaches of Saint-Paul.
I know it was a tease not to include it, but then I never
really posted the beginning either. Another time.
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Whatever brings me closer to Spring, to Summer....
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xxxxxxxxxxxlast stanza:
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxOne glowed with a fever
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxin my cupped hands.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxI brushed its pre-pubescent fuzz
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxagainst your cheek, and it became
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxa secret kiss
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxthat no one saw.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxBut I saved the first bite for me.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfrom "Two Ghosts" poems/ Lyn Rochelle