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From Hibernation's Winter of Discontent
Hiatus hibernation: hope uncloses
fresh cycle, offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from crysalid apart true joy discloses.
Cocoon appears to be some halfway house
as pupal stage evolves from vain carouse,
an incubation metaphorical
'I am aim' flight prepares, to spirit rouse.
Inaction's action although from without
state changes' range seems subject to some doubt,
bliss metamorphosis takes time, and time
is grind mankind too often tries to flout.
Dreams may be blessed as fears fade, laid to rest,
renewed zest is caressed, heart's treasure chest
pulses slowly till wing span unfurls,
to chart new start, maps jest till nap's inquest.
Though silent snowflakes hush both man and mouse,
white mantle donned by garden, path and house,
helter skelter crystals soon shall melt
for seasons spin, thaw hoar in rhymed carouse.
Spring lungs inhale, absorbing Nature's scent,
while winter's sleep-weep sweeps away, scope sent
from hibernation freed, to births new day,
through growth within spring's blooms more represent.
When light returns to comfort spirit sight,
when weariness falls from enlightened wight,
the sacred Truth within you soon shall find
as sun dissolves cold snowbound oversight.
Life seeds, need not be spent mid living dead,
whose wanton souls wilt, aversion fed,
who ruminate, lament their unjust fate,
feel bitter fruits of life must lie ahead.
No longer languish, mark majestic morn
transforms each ugly duckling to swan sworn,
enlightenment admitted as clear goal
from nigh soul whole at last may be reborn.
Patience is rewarded as clouds pass,
whose spirit, as transparent as clear glass,
haloes hallowed hollow deep within,
mind sloughs rough weight off, shredding wait's sin skin.
May patience follow woes and hollow hide,
may spirits soar embracing warm world wide,
hallowed halo shines as false fears fade,
mind sloughs rough sin skin, shards shed, set aside.
Life's stainless reign, not drain vain vale of tears,
or time-trap tapping energy that steers
uncertain track back, forwards, gainst dice stacked,
yet, challenge met, stress fretwork disappears.
If soul can't suffer outside mortal sheaf,
no need to overcompensate for grief
in haste waste chase replacing senseless ends,
with spring's return, spurn cold, bold turn new leaf.
Prepare fresh phoenix flight from embers, ash,
anticipation of renascent flash
relief from trouble, torment signifies
wheel spins so seize the day, bind no grind gnash.
Jack frost's cold core shall surely thaw away,
bask maskless in reflections from today
accompanying chirped birdsong to rejoice
and celebrate an optimistic Earth.
Hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
bring inspiration which may rearrange
conundrum, jigsaw puzzle sleeper plays
as causal link in mortal ink's short-change.
Time takes from time's mistakes spin win which may
weigh in the balance, causal interplay
of fractal patterns which may factor in
much hidden from and by our D.N.A.
Potential, thus, through meltdown finds true way
to free self from past self, from hideaway
awakens to more positive exchange
sustaining evolution on life's Way.
(5 May 2010)
poem
by
Jonathan Robin
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