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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Season(s) of a year or life (01/13/11)

TITLE: Foxglove White
By Henry Clemmons
01/16/11


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I am in the mood for a cup of tea
Sleep has been mocking me
Nightly

Days have been long
Even in winterís corner of the year

Snow buries my thorn in feet of drifts
Over rows of stone
Dead flowers
And wreaths

Foxglove white
Is the finest brew
For the longest rest
And peace

I yearn for
Rest
And peace
My heart is weak
Takes breaks
Between beats
Both regular and not so
Regular

Sleep taunts me
Teases my heart
Makes it skip rope
As children laugh
Under greener trees over greener grass
In the warmth of what was true
From a sun floating in a season of believable blue

In the tapestry of children laughing
I am able to focus
On one laugh
One piece of beautiful blue cloth
Bright
Stain free
Joyfully swinging under green trees over green grass
Near where my Foxglove white grew

I am in the mood for a cup of tea
A very special brew
White
Purple speckled
Hot and steamy
Yes
I am in the mood
Always
In the mood

Sleep is an enemy
It haunts me
Eyes fearful of falling asleep while on guard
Not fulfilling their duty
Protecting me from dreams
When days were green
And I believed
Before winterís bite
Made me bleed and stain the snow of what I thought was right
I am so tired
So very
Tired

I want a cup of Foxglove white
Tonight
Before daybreak
And dawn begins thawing
Exposing the green
Of when I believed
Itíll calm my heart
And I can sleep
Finally
Sleep

Every night
Every season
I want the cup
Of Foxglove white
For the very same reason
And even though I grow the plant
Still
More than any other
I canít drink of its pleasure
I want to believe in the green of a new day
And though the life that once swung between
The green of spring trees
And the green of spring grass
Doesnít laugh anymore in the grieving of winter
I want to believe
I want to forgive
Myself
And I want to sleep
For all the right reasons
In spite of the season

Iím in the mood for a cup of tea
But you keep sitting next to me
Wanting me to believe
Wanting me to believe
Once again

One day
Iíll understand why you didnít leave
And why you held my hand
And why you loved me
And why you believed in me
Still

One day
Iíll thank you
One day
I will


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Verna Cole Mitchell 01/20/11
Haunting, mysterious, sorrowful--but not without hope. I keep hearing in my mind, "in winter's corner of the year." What a lovely expression.
Laury Hubrich 01/22/11
It sounds like a friend believed in you and kept you going or it may have been God at your side or both, most likely. This is very haunting and thought-provoking.
Allison Egley 01/22/11
Oh, I like this. The irregular meter fit with the theme. Nice job.
Beth LaBuff 01/23/11
I like the contrast in "Days have been long -- Even in winter's corner of the year." Your poem has shades of Poe.. (I hope that doesn't offend you, but I consider him a master). On my second read, I read this out loud. The inner conflict of your speaker, is tangible and your message is haunting.
Carol Slider 01/23/11
Your use of language is amazing and profound. It's like being inside the heart and soul of the speaker as he struggles to comprehend his own conflicted emotions. Truly masterful writing--Very well done.
Rachel Phelps01/23/11
Your poetry always impacts me. I read it through and didn't realize until the end that I was holding my breath. Amazing.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/25/11
Wow! It never ceases to amaze me how God has his hand in everything. I could have read this super intense piece anytime this week. But God knew I needed to read this this very second. Thank you so much.
Sarah Elisabeth 01/25/11
Such.....poetry! Loved the soft and haunting descriptions
Edmond Ng 01/26/11
Beautifully written! I hope the writer does not wait too long for that one day.
Lynda Schultz 01/26/11
Beautifully done. Into the pain reaches a helping hand. It alone seems to hold back the closing of the door and bring hope.
Benjamin Graber01/27/11
This is hauntingly beautiful. Bittersweet, with the perfect hint of hope. Excellent job!
Loren T. Lowery01/28/11
Longing, bafflement, perplexity beautifully expressed. One of my favorite stanzas:
I want a cup of Foxglove white
Tonight
Before daybreak
And dawn begins thawing
Exposing the green
Of when I believed
Itíll calm my heart
And I can sleep
Finally
Sleep