Spring's Silent Struggle

manna of my mothers trumpeting in rites of spring
as if your brilliant new beginnings suggest you are the only one
who has waited long in longing's bed
often do you pale at thoughts of underworld

although I am newly moving from my reticent reality
I am both cheered and in awe that you so fragile in appearance
approach your beautiful offerings as reason to draw near
in little family clutches while I cannot I am wont to shun you
wont to point my finger at you although to do so
would cause you to gather up your cup and saucer
and return from whence you came

there are three symbols petals sepals of us
who cling to changing seasons are in need of healing
these wounds that are carried forward into near Spring
bereft of one another bereavement clenching our guts
with mighty grief's grip so beautiful a symbol
of what we have lost of what we will
eventually forget

how dearly you attend to those who need ministrations of hope
of having made it thus far with nothing but newly evidences
of last season's sins cruel manifestations of longing
for something we have only been told would come to be

my faith is fragile damned vulnerable against frost
who refuses not to threaten any of us
bent to ground in solemn plea to have just one more miracle
or visitation only to have you appear as if in answer
both awful and awesome in your adamant angling through freezing ground
to try to pry me from this lonesomeness

I gather blossoms to place within a vase that I have made
thinking this is some signal for my two mothers to come
and feel welcome at my table I sip tea and wait hungry
at the sight of such beauty I cannot truly have

©Carol Desjarlais 5.16.15

I loved doing this canvas artwork.

It started out with a poem that I copied on to a piece of deli paper cut, exactly, to fit printer paper.

I had made a word document and chose a pretty font, then printed it.

After copying the poem, I sketched out the ideea of a woman looking back, not fearfulfully, but a sense of having made it through the winter. That was my idea

I chose some background papers that would fit my idea of a blue-toned piece.

I was gifted a box of sample, high pigment, acrylics. They are beautiful to paint with. They are like spreaing butter on a page. I will definitely be using this right up.