Sunday, December 2, 2012

Hollow



deep in the wintergreens
of twilight
it grows
 where birds of song
vacate homes in season’s passing,
gathering shadows of keeping;
 and berries, frozen—
are bejeweling 
the trampled floor
of the forest wide and deep
 of her glacial heart




Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner


70 comments:

  1. Oh, that first line is incredibly inciting. How could one not read all the way through... but the ending feel sad, though this morning the forest floor is certainly a bit glacial with snow on the ground.

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    1. Laura, I'm glad it captured you. I wrote this as a natural and metaphorical piece so the sadness is definitely intended. Thanks for reading!

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  2. the circle of life....how bittersweet the journey can be.

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  3. This sounds like a very magical place to go. As if one ought to tip-toe through in case it disturbs the magic... shhh

    Beautiful write.

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  4. Enjoyed this very much. You chose beautiful words. "Wintergreens of twilight," for example. You worked so much into this verse...the sadness of the birds leaving, the frozen berries on the forest floor. A dense poem I read a few times & loved!

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    1. Mary what a great compliment to me on this write! Thanks so much.

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  5. I am blessed that some songsters come to visit my southern woods, so the place is not so hollow in this season. Thanks for a reminder.

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  6. This is a very beautiful lyrical poem.

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  7. I like the dense imagery of this poem, like a winter forest.

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  8. I agree with Laura--your beginning is so captivating--just a beautiful write Jennifer

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    1. Thanks Audrey, I appreciate your kind words, as always.

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  9. Oh how I enjoyed my walk 'deep in the wintergreens of twilight.' Such a lovely ode to the change of season.

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    1. Thank you very much WS, really enjoyed your poem this week too!

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  10. berries, frozen--are bejeweling the trampled floor

    lovely line. lovely piece.
    You bring the natural world up close for those of us in cyberland. I feel like I am there.

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  11. Very beautiful imagery in this poem. Lovely.

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  12. You made me ponder the feeling of an icy-cold heart. I have never had that experience, until now of course. Your writing made it so. And, by the way, on a more temporal note, I enjoyed the vicarious sensation of winter in short sleeves and flip-flops as my Sonora Desert resists cooler daytime temps.

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    1. You got the double meaning...and flip-flops! I may need to live vicariously through you a bit! :-) Thanks so much Kim--always love your thoughtful comments to my posts.

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  13. What a beautiful and powerful image... I especially liked

    and berries, frozen—
    are bejeweling
    the trampled floor

    How elegant is that!

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  14. A beautiful write. I read it a few times. I love "gathering shadows of keeping". It coveys the essence of winter so well.

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    1. I'm partial to that line myself...thanks so much Karen.

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  15. aha...beautiful imagery, poet laundry! Great composition:)

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  16. first, i loved the forest as i escape there often...but the turn as well to it being in her heart...and the cold...it is sad...and turns many of the other phrases as well into something more to ponder...

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    1. I love the scene in the natural too...a forest in winter holds a certain lovely ambiance. But flip to a person, not so enchanting. Thanks Brian, you are always so on point.

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  17. Very intense and you really nailed the ending, greatly enjoyed.

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  18. Oh, how beautiful!

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  19. bejeweling
    the trampled floor
    of the forest

    Beautifully expressed Jenny! That whiff of goodness is very necessary to right the wrongs afflicting others.

    Hank

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  20. I'm marveling at the imagery here. Each one holds a lonely beauty.

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  21. The meaning struck me on one level, but the pace and rhythm was what really impressed me with this
    " the trampled floor
    of the forest wide and deep"
    particularly. Trampled is one of those sort of one and a half syllable words and it works so well here.

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  22. makes me relive childhood explorations inthe woods. Thanks

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    1. Thanks for coming by my blog Emma, I appreciate it!

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  23. Lovely details of nature ~ I like this line:
    gathering shadows of keeping ~And her glacial heart, adds depth to the tranquility ~

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    1. Thanks Grace. I'm a big fan of your poetry, thanks again for commenting on the piece.

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  24. I'm a bit of a poetic ignoramus, so may I ask a few questions:

    Why the title "hollow"?

    What is "it" in the third line?

    THanx

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    1. Put my reply to this just below in your additional comment/question...

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  25. PS -- don't know if you know this. But there is no option to be able to follow the comment thread by e-mail. Could you activate that?

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    1. The definition of hollow is: having a space or cavity inside; empty; or it can mean a valley. I wrote this piece to be read literally and metaphorically. A hollow, “a forest valley,” in winter “empty” of songbirds, to be literal. And, as a metaphor, an icy heart growing more alone and empty. Thus the “it” that grows is the hollow itself…the space, the cavity, the emptiness. Also, you can have post comments delivered to your email if you have a Blogger/Google account.

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  26. Ah, now the "subscribe" option is there -- thanx.

    Ah, so the "It" is "The Hollow" -- got it.
    Thanx

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  27. The imagery in this poem is so incredibly vivid...it left me speechless.

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  28. there is something about the frozen berries bedazzling the ground...lovely.

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    1. There is something about them I agree. Thanks RMP.

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  29. How beautiful to find this poem today... each word paints a silent, but not so silent, winter wood... my favorite are the last two lines, thank you for this these bedazzling gems of words!

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    1. I'm so glad you enjoyed it Lea--I so enjoyed your comment.

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  30. i love this one the most (of all i hv read till now)..

    its amazing how you read some lines or words and feel better..

    glacial heart... mesmerizing..

    i m hungry for more Poet.. :)

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  31. I swear I saw frost on my screen after reading this one, Poet Laundry. Loved it!

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