But when Ceres wakes, spring and life comes to the land. Renewing the pact that Hades made, after her eating 6 pomegranates. Besides, I love the spring and fall times of southern Ontario, over the harsh heat of summer and bitter cold of winter.
Lona, wish my poetry from so far back, was like your’s, readable and intelligent.
Thank you Therisa! And Hello! Yes I am not a fan of winter generally, but it does have its beauty and time for drifts of grief mixed with hope. I have always thought the Ceres/Demeter story was the most beautiful thing in all of Greco-Roman mythology. It is hidden, but the spring and life you speak of are also central characters in this poem. I am glad this poem has finally escaped my notebook. Thank you friend.
That is the beauty of winter: the silence and longing of what once was and what will be again. The union of Ceres and Proserpine, the birth of our Lord, the fields ripe with grain. And hey, like your poem, I’m a child of 1984’s winter as well:)
yay!!! that was a great winter then!!! 🙂
I do love the hope that underlies the despair of Ceres’ waiting, but that hope somehow still does not make the grief and the suffering unreal, it is icy and vivid. Thank you Amaya. oh, and by the way, I want to say more about your Haibun on waiting… but I get choked up whenever I try. You are an honesty and a striving, with love as your imperative. This world indeed would have been worse without the winter of ’84.
Thank you Charley, I am a summer girl myself, but this was a magical soft winter night when I wrote this back in the day. I am glad that you liked this.
Hope her sleeping silence, indeed. There was a new age philosopher David Spangler who wrote of seasonal turnings as festivals of transformation, fall to winter the innermost, a vast brooding silent pregnancy enwombing the next year. Ceres indeed. Celebrate the snow of her sleep. Know what you cannot see.
“Know what you cannot see,” This is a marriage of hope to faith, a sense that the cold darkness of life stolen may not be implacably final. Thank you Brendan
Oh, I love that image of Ceres with a pomegranate in her hand — it is a beautiful tribute to the mythical and the human in this tale.
“Hold fast yet”: Indeed, that is the significant thing — I see and feel this cocoon of comfort and warmth biding its time beneath the white hill in your words. A lovely verse!
Thank you Jade, that is one of the kindest notices about the feelings I had when I scratched this out. I am so grateful that came across. Ceres was the one Olympian who was not an OlympiAn but who lived among the poor and mortal in compassion, I think her own suffering strengthened their feelings of connections to her.
This feel like a peaceful, gentle beckoning…”Come Soft Snows/ Let fall the hush”
A beautiful and concise piece. Thank you for sharing something so dear to your heart, Lona.
This is lovely. I feel the quiet of the snow, and the waiting for spring. I’ve written about this myth in the past, too, and the pain of the mother parted from her daughter.
It is really an ancient world “me too” moment with so many symmetries – Zeus and Hades conspiring to abduct Persephone for Hades, and then conspiring to keep her in the underworld, and I am inspired to hear versions of the ancient myth where winter was not just a passive withdrawal by Ceres, but an act of powerful resistance whereby the powerful were held (at least partially), to account. The sorrow of separation and hope for reunion remain the most poignant part of the myth for me. I am glad that you like this. Is your writing on this available on your site, I imagine it would be very interesting.
But when Ceres wakes, spring and life comes to the land. Renewing the pact that Hades made, after her eating 6 pomegranates. Besides, I love the spring and fall times of southern Ontario, over the harsh heat of summer and bitter cold of winter.
Lona, wish my poetry from so far back, was like your’s, readable and intelligent.
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Thank you Therisa! And Hello! Yes I am not a fan of winter generally, but it does have its beauty and time for drifts of grief mixed with hope. I have always thought the Ceres/Demeter story was the most beautiful thing in all of Greco-Roman mythology. It is hidden, but the spring and life you speak of are also central characters in this poem. I am glad this poem has finally escaped my notebook. Thank you friend.
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This was magical Lona, greatbread…!
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Thank you Rob. 🙂
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That is the beauty of winter: the silence and longing of what once was and what will be again. The union of Ceres and Proserpine, the birth of our Lord, the fields ripe with grain. And hey, like your poem, I’m a child of 1984’s winter as well:)
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yay!!! that was a great winter then!!! 🙂
I do love the hope that underlies the despair of Ceres’ waiting, but that hope somehow still does not make the grief and the suffering unreal, it is icy and vivid. Thank you Amaya. oh, and by the way, I want to say more about your Haibun on waiting… but I get choked up whenever I try. You are an honesty and a striving, with love as your imperative. This world indeed would have been worse without the winter of ’84.
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Nicely done! It gave me chills (I’m allergic to winter… and snow).
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Thank you Charley, I am a summer girl myself, but this was a magical soft winter night when I wrote this back in the day. I am glad that you liked this.
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This is so gentle and soft like snow hush falling.
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Thank you Grace. I am grateful.
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Hope her sleeping silence, indeed. There was a new age philosopher David Spangler who wrote of seasonal turnings as festivals of transformation, fall to winter the innermost, a vast brooding silent pregnancy enwombing the next year. Ceres indeed. Celebrate the snow of her sleep. Know what you cannot see.
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“Know what you cannot see,” This is a marriage of hope to faith, a sense that the cold darkness of life stolen may not be implacably final. Thank you Brendan
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Oh, I love that image of Ceres with a pomegranate in her hand — it is a beautiful tribute to the mythical and the human in this tale.
“Hold fast yet”: Indeed, that is the significant thing — I see and feel this cocoon of comfort and warmth biding its time beneath the white hill in your words. A lovely verse!
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Thank you Anmol, you have really imbibed the feeling I had when I spun this cocoon way back when, Spring is coming 🙂
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I think that Ceres needs her rest… after a season dancing, let her rest and sleep… wonderful winter images.
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Thank you Björn, she does miss her daughter though. There will be dancing again in the Spring. ❄️
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Ooh this is simply gorgeous, Lona! ❤️
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Thank you Sanaa 💜
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This poem is like a blanket…and quiet…all those ‘S’s’
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🙂 Thank you Jim.
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Nice sound in the poem and nice description of Ceres in winter.
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Thank you Frank
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Sweet iambic rhythm and flow, and the white-out lift to the end. Impressive work, Lona.
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Thank you Steve, I really am lifted by that compliment. 🙂
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Gentle acceptance, time for reflection, the life and reunion in spring. Ceres and her story have lessons to give. I like the gentleness of your poem.
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Thank you Jade, that is one of the kindest notices about the feelings I had when I scratched this out. I am so grateful that came across. Ceres was the one Olympian who was not an OlympiAn but who lived among the poor and mortal in compassion, I think her own suffering strengthened their feelings of connections to her.
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love the hushed world you have created, so magical
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Thank you Gina, this one is very special to me, I am so grateful for your reading.
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you are welcome, I do love snow and believe in its magic, you wrote it with much love
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This feel like a peaceful, gentle beckoning…”Come Soft Snows/ Let fall the hush”
A beautiful and concise piece. Thank you for sharing something so dear to your heart, Lona.
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Pleasure, thank you Mish.
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This is lovely. I feel the quiet of the snow, and the waiting for spring. I’ve written about this myth in the past, too, and the pain of the mother parted from her daughter.
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It is really an ancient world “me too” moment with so many symmetries – Zeus and Hades conspiring to abduct Persephone for Hades, and then conspiring to keep her in the underworld, and I am inspired to hear versions of the ancient myth where winter was not just a passive withdrawal by Ceres, but an act of powerful resistance whereby the powerful were held (at least partially), to account. The sorrow of separation and hope for reunion remain the most poignant part of the myth for me. I am glad that you like this. Is your writing on this available on your site, I imagine it would be very interesting.
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I went back and searched. I’ve actually written a few about Persephone and spring, but this one is more like what you were just saying. This was before I knew what a traditional Haibun was , so it’s an untraditional one. 🙂 https://merrildsmith.wordpress.com/2017/03/29/the-echo-of-mothers-cries-haibun/
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Love it Merril!
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Thank you, Lona!
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I’ve placed the link in the body of the post 💜
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Thank you!
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Lona, beautiful… each word tranquility, each thought stimulating… the depth to which you write cannot be measured.
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I am humbled Lance, thank you.
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You’re so sincerely welcome, Lona!
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Beautifully done!
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Thanks Frank 🙂
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you my friend, that is a special notice. This one is special to me. 🙂
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You’re welcome 💕💕
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Lovely. 🙂
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Thank you Imelda! 🙂❄️
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