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A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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 I have become 
~ winter ~ 
cold and stiff 
as the hardened soil 
that once nourished our roots

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© 2020 Ana Papaya


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Lilies need to overwinter in the frozen ground, if they're ever to bloom.
And springtime always comes, no matter how hard we resist.
Still, this is heartbreakingly sad in its brevity.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you. If you found it heartbreaking then I wrote it well. :)
Hibernation. I hear it's repetitive.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reading.
Honest and true words for the most of us. Winter's heart is cold and waiting. I hope we can rebirth hope like a tree in the Spring. Thank you dear friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

Yes, it can be reborn I think. everything has a season, or a phase. Many things are cyclical.
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Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

I agree my friend. We are reborn or learn to accept less.
Heading in to summer days on these shores baby ;) though I loved winter in Canada. R xo

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

yeah, it's funny, you should read my comment to Nemo below...
I love winter too. Skiing/boar.. read more
aLittlePain

4 Years Ago

Ha...snap! It seems my secret has been unleashed. Though a bit of sun, and all that goodness does wo.. read more
your small poems sure do pack a huge punch Papaya... and with this one, after we have gotten our wind back makes us feel, but feel sad, lonely and cold like "winter"...

it also makes me want to say, I don't believe it not even for a nano second... besides, most roots do not die in winter and the hardened soil still nourishes, life remains strong and awaits only the gentle melt to come...

Papaya your short poems also allow us to move from metaphor to life and back to metaphor again in our thinking... there is a sadness here, a sigh and acceptance of what life has given you and I also am moved to say that in our lives we go through many seasons and over and over again... the real winter is our finale: death...

besides this, I felt a wave of warmth as I read... it was coming from the words on my computer screen... magic eh!!! ;0)

redzone

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

Thanks so much Curt!! Sometimes I just don't have a lot to say but I'm glad my meaning comes acros.. read more
redzone

9 Months Ago

this poem Ana, is one of my favorites from you, it still numbs my heart when I read it....
Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you for revisiting it. :)
As far away, a prince looks longingly at his winter garden, hoping for an early spring season to follow, and the renewal it brings with it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

Well, somewhere around the world spring is just around the corner.
We're heading into winter... read more
Lorry

4 Years Ago

Yes, it is so not fair. In fact, it is pretty selfish of her to stay in a place that's pretty much w.. read more
wow...yes, admitting that coldness...not easy to do...but as far as love...my summer had passed, and autumn pretty well slipped away...i am protected.

i relate to this...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

The leaves make a nice blanket... :)
Thank you again Jacob!

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