Spirits In Peace Blog

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Spring is such a source of inspiration, for poetry both of nature itself and that of spirituality. This is such a rowdy, colourful season after the quiet, dignified whites and grays of winter. Robins arrive, and who does not welcome that sight and sound? Even the hoarse call of grackles has its own vernal charm as their deep purple plumage glitters in the longer hours of sunlight. The heart cannot help but leap at the sight, and many of us are filled with hope and optimism at the start of this welcome season.

For the poet - and I suspect many poets love nature - spring may be a time of poetic rebirth, in a way. Often, longer, more labourious projects are undertaken in the winter, when one is pretty much guaranteed uninterrupted time to work, other than the obligatory rounds of snow-shoveling, of course.

In spring, I find inspiration all around me. The first crocus or daffodil may inspire a poem, as may the marvelous chartreuse of the first greening of new foliage. Today, having spotted the first plucky robins to venture onto my still snow-covered lawn, the following pair of etherees emerged :

Incipient Hope: Two Etherées

That
welcome
appearance
of a large and
very cheeky flock
of robins creates an
element of hope for the
clement season to follow a
harsh seemingly interminable
icy winter we grumpily survived

And
cheery
red tulips
beginning to
bravely erupt in
spite of the quantity
of moldy snow and icy
patches lingering forever
lift spirits into those colourful
auras of incipient springtime hope

©Carol Knepper

Inspiration can come in the oddest forms. Poets do not always gaze at sunsets; we do the same things any one else does: we wash dishes, shovel snow, cook our meals, get together with friends, gas up the car, and watch movies. About a week ago, I saw the well-known chick-flick The Devil Wears Prada, and that was that. I am not one for designer clothing, especially as I grow older, and I just don’t get spending a thousand dollars for a pair of jeans, which, after all, are in the end hardly formal wear.

My spirit is fed by fields of flowers and the sight of cherry blossoms and crab trees. If our spirits are not wrapped and comforted, if does not much matter what we wear on the outside….

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Strangely, just today, while breaking up the eternal, infernal ice on the walkways, the follow etheree began to appear in my brain. Later, I adjusted it on Word.

Inspiration can come from anything and everything and no poet would ever be able to list the sources, as they are so abundant.

I am grateful for each and every poem my Muse brings me, regardless of source.

No Devil In Prada: Two Etherées

You
can keep
your Jacobs
purse, Hilfiger
jeans, and Cavalli
top. Sell your eternal
soul for a Burberry scarf
and single spritz of Dolce et
Garbana. Buy your Armani ring,
Gucci watch, and Versace apparel!

Wrap
me with
summer air,
floral fields and
roses’ scent. Allow
me to clothe myself in
floral hues of plain linen.
Blanket me with indigo skies,
illuminating my path with stars.
I am not the devil wearing Prada!