Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
March Madness
After months of snow and ice
The rains return,
Erasing dirty dunes and
saturating frozen earth.
Window’s blowing curtains open wide
I sleep but dreams don’t stay,
Instead my brain replaying scenes:
Deserted trains to nowhere, speeding past.
I strain to free myself from
demons past, long-buried, deep.
I thought it would be so easy,
But I remain a gasping, grasping soul.
Tonight the night is dark and dank,
The raindrop rhapsody ensues again,
And still, I stand alone,
Apart, adrift, again.
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Written for The Speakeasy 152, making reference to Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive” video and using the words: “It would be so easy” in the post .
Here are the rules:
Your post must be dated March 9, 2013, or later.
Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
You must include the following sentence ANYWHERE within your submission: “It would be so easy.”
12 Comments on “March Madness”
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Opal Reflections 
So beautiful. I felt it.
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“But I remain a gasping, grasping soul.” That line, in particular, stayed with me. Beautiful poem.
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The emotional play of a long cold winter, eh? Lovely poem!
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Yes Janna, exactly!
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Awesome poem! I am having the winter blues so this spoke to me.
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Thank you. The wind is howling outside as I write this response – just when I thought Spring was trying to burst through. Oh well, Mother Nature will have her way.
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I love the pairing of the emotions with the end of winter and the subsequent rains. And I love this line in particular: “But I remain a gasping, grasping soul” – it really embodies the sentiment in this poem. Beautifully done! 🙂
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Thanks, Suzanne.
I guess winter is getting to me.
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Loved the idea of a raindrop rhapsody. It is awful hard to free oneself from past demons.
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Yes. Despite good intentions, often the demons get the better of mere mortals. Thank you for your comment.
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Such a sweetly melancholy poem. I think by the end of winter, I am always feeling a little like this. These were my favourite lines:
“I strain to free myself from
demons past, long-buried, deep.”
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Thank you. Yes, I’m especially anxious for Spring this year.
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