Tuesday, January 31, 2012


This dead year
Thorns longer than
Before they fall
No apples this year
Just the promise of spring
In pink and white
Blowing away in the sour autumn wind 

A.J. Ponder

A cheery poem today. ;)  It's another on the spot deal - partly because I'm doing most of my writing on the laptop and am too lazy to transfer it.  

So busy.  Still my front door looks cool :)  Not quite verdigris green with a wrought iron lamp just to the right - I feel that at any moment a steam car will chug into my driveway.   

A.J. Ponder 

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  1. Oh, it expresses exactly how London feels at the moment - just that glimmer of spring. I am enjoying your 'on the spot' poetry, Alicia! - and the door sounds very cool.

  2. I particularly like the image of the 'sour autumn wind'.

  3. thanks Elizabeth - it's nice to know that it's threatening spring in the other half of the world.

  4. Cheers Helen - I'm pleased the sour autumn wind image worked - when I wrote the poem I could almost taste it, but that doesn't always translate.

  5. Not bad at all for an on the spot deal.

  6. Pretty dured good for 'on the spot.' May I make a suggestion: perhasp try just 'sour wind'--I wonder if that might not convey enough, w/o the autumn?

    1. Cheers, you might be right - but it would ruin the whole spr-autumn thing. Brain needs distance - but that would ruin the whole on the spot poetry thing...

  7. And excuse the typo--that was meant to be 'perhaps' ...