Hey, friends. Just want to let you know my poem “January’s Scion” has been published at Manuela Timofte’s blog In A Love World. I’m grateful to Manuela for her kindness in sharing this piece with all of you.
“January’s Scion”
© 2022 by Michael L. Utley
January’s scion, born of winter
messenger of midnight’s dark domain
harbinger of fearful futures
herald of the past’s persistence
bearer of remembrances of
what shall surely be
I’ve succumbed to January’s Janus
peering ever forward and behind
frozen firmly on the threshold
of what was and what may soon be
doomed to bear the weight of all things
for eternity…
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Thanks, Beth. 😊
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Congratulations, Mike. A compelling beginning. I’m going over to read the rest.
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Thank you, Robbie. Hope you enjoy the entire piece. 😊
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Well done, Mike, deep & thoughtful. 🙇♂️
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Many thanks, Ashley. Wishing you a grand weekend. 😊🌳
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Excellent composing, Mike. Also, I learn so many new words reading your works! 🌷
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Kindest thanks, Carol. Just call me Mr. Thesaurus, eh? *looks up synonym for “eh”* 😄
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Congratulations, Mike! Clicking over to read the rest of the poem.
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Thanks so much, Liz. Hope your weekend is a good one. 😄
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You’re welcome, Mike! The weekend is a cold one. Below zero when we got up.
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Dearest Mike, I always get excited when I read anything written by you, and this is no exception. It is a brilliant piece, written with such splendid imagery and emotion. What is amazing is how timeless this piece actually is, and unfortunately no matter how intense the poem echos life’s hard situations for so many, it doesn’t seem to change that much. Not for a long time anyway.
This stanza along with the last stanza, truly captures the sense of desolation and fear of what the future will bring.
“I can’t scry the future in the darkness
terrifying in obscurity
thrumming rumbling shakes the earth as
cloying caustic vapors fester
sulfur-scented volcanism
lies ahead for me”
I love the use of the word volcanism which is truly the state of constant turmoil or never knowing when something might burst forth. What a great use of a metaphor.
The last stanza is brilliant, Mike. It made me hold my breath. Such a gorgeously expressed poem about the sense of winter and the death it can bring with a sense of fear, loss and sadness.
Thank you to Manuela for sharing this piece and Mike I so appreciate your work.
Sending Big hugs,
Joni
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Thank you kindly, Joni. Janus is sort of a unique god in the ancient Roman pantheon. Two-faces, gazing into the past and future simultaneously. I was born in January so Janus’s symbolism fit, as that month was named for him. Just a poem on indecision and hesitancy, lack of courage, regrets and fears, being stuck in the moment yet not being able to experience it. My cowardly heart and soul freeze up and I hide rather than be decisive and live… I can’t seem to let go of the past, and the future terrifies me.
I always appreciate your thoughtful analyses and look forward to your comments. Wishing you and Scott a good week ahead, and I hope the ice melts soon. 😊
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Congratulations, Mike, such a beautifully written poem which draws us in to contemplate our own future as well. I always enjoy your writing!
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Congratulations to Lauren. ☺️
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