But, Still

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Days

lengthen,

and we dream

again. Circles

and cycles spinning

a planet round a star,

our bodies full of stardust,

so, we reach up bravely, and search

for answers, the hard problem of who,

why, and what we are–but still, flowers bloom

 

rise with cues of light and hope, a promise

of what was still is, even if we

are not. They will vanish also,

like dinosaurs and dodos,

evolutionary

romps through the ages,

blinks and heartaches–

but still, there’s

you, me,

now

 

Yesterday, I saw this crocus and some green shoots rising from the ground. It made me happy, even though we’re supposed to get snow today. I’ve noticed how the angle of the sun is different now, and how it lingers longer in the day.

This is a double etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, using synonyms for game and trouble.

 

 

 

 

42 thoughts on “But, Still

  1. There are always going to be things that we want to understand about our lives that we can’t, the important thing is to never stop searching for the answers in our lives., and eventually, we will find exactly what we’d been searching for.

  2. So lovely (as always), Merril. While I love flowers and trees in full bloom, I love more the buds, the shoots, the anticipation and promise of spring, warm weather and better days to come (I can only hope). Your last lines are my mantra: but still, /there’s / you, me, / now

    • Thank you so much, Marie. I’m glad this sparked–or echoed–something for you. The anticipation is definitely something–though I know we could still get a blizzard in March. 🙂 I think I really like when spring first comes for real, but it is still young and tentative.

  3. Beautiful, both in imagery and sentiment. Love the way you’ve used the form to show the growing hope of springtime, the concerns over what may pass away and the wonder of sharing now. Just lovely.

  4. Merril, how delightful your double Etheree reads. That evolutionary twist is so meaningful to me. I love how you think outside the box. When I came to your blog, I was startled with the stark beauty of that one blooming crocus… That image put everything into the context of hope. Well done. ❤

  5. Pingback: Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 124, #SynonymsOnly – The Faery Whisperer

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