
Hope born, not flowers.
Snowdrop bulbs clamped hard by earth
stiff with hidden frost.
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Snowdrops are such brave and resilient little flowers. 🙂
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They need to be, the time of year they choose to bloom. Brrrrr. Shiver. Our heating is broken in our house, so I feel a particular affinity for anything living outside at the moment.
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Oh, how awful. Hope it gets fixed soon.
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Thanks, Sylvia. It’s going to be fixed in the morning and is probably nothing too major, thank goodness.
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Sometimes hope likes to hide under the frost too!
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Indeed it does, Christy. Thank goodness for the sun!
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Beautiful. I think I should try my hand at Haiku 🙂
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That would be great if you wrote some haiku, Jennifer 🙂
I find them wonderfully therapeutic, as they concentrate my mind on small details. Also, I think they’ve improved my prose writing by teaching me an economy of words — in particular, reducing the use of adverbs and adjectives.
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beautiful shot to go with your beautiful haiku!!
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Thank you, Cybele 🙂
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Snowdrops are so beautiful and such hardy little things aren’t they? Even when the ground is so hard and cold, we know that life is pushing its way through, like hope 🙂 Lovely poem Sarah.
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Thank you, Sherri 🙂 I think they’re working extra hard today, under the snow.
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For some reason, “clamped hard” really resonates for me. It’s in the “dead center,” of the haiku, so perhaps that’s why. The earlier piece of haiku (with the “hope” and birth) is pushing away from that unyielding, adversarial center, as is the latter, though with a very different timbre, with the diction of stiff, hidden, and frost.
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Wow, that’s an erudite analysis, Leigh! You’re really very clever. There’s me just writing my haiku by instinct and there’s you, the academic, really cheering me up with your observations. Keep them coming, dear friend x
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A very hopeful haiku Sarah! I haven’t seen any snowdrops yet, but am looking forward to seeing them 🙂
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I can see their leaf shoots clearly in the wonderful sunshine today, after resisting looking at that patch of ground for the last week, so even more hopeful!
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