beyond the woodshed

 

i feel winter-green in our grove,

hear flying rabbits skim between

low boughs, and pheasants ring

fowl when  young snowflakes sing

gems to vivacious squirrel whose

audacious red tale awakens oak

leaf from hibernation.  Slow dance

birch bark in silvery-white dress,

smell wisdom of pinecone humming

geometrically-orange rhapsody to

taste clarity of bitterly sweet needles.

 

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Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “synesthesia”:

There is a neurological condition (called synesthesia) in which the patient confuses sensations. For example, he may taste a fragrance, or hear a flower. Have you ever touched a rainbow or seen a toccata?  The Poetry Foundation defines synesthesia as “a blending or intermingling of different senses in description.” In the world of art, painters make a conscious choice of color to represent feeling or sensation... I invite you to play with mixing up those senses.

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kathy Reed
    Dec 05, 2015 @ 13:39:33

    This is the best part of winter and I love the last line!

    Reply

  2. Bryan Ens
    Dec 05, 2015 @ 12:32:58

    “geometrically orange” – LOVE that!!

    Reply

  3. Bodhirose
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 13:21:22

    What beauty there is beyond the woodshed. I love your descriptions of what we often see as mundane but you have given them an almost mystical air…well done!

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  4. katiemiafrederick
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 12:18:27

    Lynn.. Lynn..
    that reminds
    me of Zen.. your
    poem here more
    than your nAMe
    of course..now
    and truly when
    we become one
    with the colors
    of Nature
    theRe iS
    no escape
    or separation
    from the One
    of God free as
    Us.. my friEnd
    Lynn.. in the
    middle this
    time instead
    of
    end..:)

    Reply

  5. writersdream9
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 12:03:33

    Beautiful description of winter!

    Reply

  6. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 09:41:42

    Your rhapsodic senses poem is enchanting.

    Reply

  7. Mary
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 08:24:35

    I enjoyed the flow of your poem and the images that came to mind as I read. I like especially that the “young snowflakes sing gems to vivacious squirrel…” which kind of bends my mind in a creative sort of way!

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  8. Grace
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 08:06:09

    I admire the winter-green dance of nature Lynn~ This is my favorite part:

    young snowflakes sing
    gems to vivacious squirrel

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  9. georgeplace2013
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 07:20:27

    and pheasants ring
    fowl when young snowflakes sing
    gems……… love that Lynn

    Reply

  10. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 05:39:21

    Love the use of nature in your verse 🙂 such a sparkling piece.

    Reply

  11. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Dec 04, 2015 @ 00:41:31

    The wonders of a wintery wood.. I really like the smells and tast in this.

    Reply

  12. kanzensakura
    Dec 03, 2015 @ 22:29:54

    I like this – all the touches of nature you have woven into winter scene – wisdom of pinecone humming – the last three lines make me s.m.e.l.l. those needles – most excellent write!

    Reply

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