So Little
28July 24, 2017 by petrujviljoen
The heart of winter echoes my own. Charred from fire-breaks, soil dry, waterfall diminished, everything fighting for life. An aggravation of neighbours suffocates the atmosphere. Opaque intentions explodes into open warring. So many details, so little depth.
Lurch of rusted green
foliage ripple and heave
beyond the garden gate
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petrujviljoen 
Mid-winter can be most disheartening, more so when one is caught in between the cross-fire.. More patience and adjustments needed.
Hank
A lot easier said than done I can assure you. I’m just not spiritually evolved enough!
Uh oh, trouble in Paradise. Hopefully a drenching rain will heal all.
Yeah, metaphorically and otherwise!
This is packed with so much. I love it. I especially like your opening line: the heart of winter echoes my own. Sad, beautiful words.
Thanks!
I too was struck by “so many details, so little depth.” It reminds me that sometimes arguments take on a life of their own…growing, growing, until we don’t even remember the root cause and there are just minute little specifics that trigger the ire.
It’s what I’m busy thinking on myself. Thanks! Some of it has to be my responsibility I realise. Ugh!!
Oh! Winter is bleak indeed!…love the haiku and also the line: everything is fighting for life.
Thank you!
I like the sentence: “So many details, so little depth.” Aggravation can cloud the atmosphere we experience even on nice days.
It’s boring!
I know the feeling of this so well. There is a desolation to both drought and winter that can easily impact our mood. You’ve recreated it well.
Thank you.
Love your word choices- lurch, heave, and I can hear that unwholesome creak of the gate. Nicely written!
Sounds like the summer blahs. Most things here have gone from brown to rocks. I like the last line, “Opaque intentions burst into open fighting”. Very subtle,
Good! Thanks.
“An aggravation of neighbours” – wonderful. And the Haiku was terrific.
We’ve all had it at some point.
So many details, so little depth. I will be thinking about this for a while. Very many layers.
Thanks Claudia.
Every single word here carries the weight of clear meaning…. the best kind of story telling!
Thanks!
“Everything is fighting for life” – You show that in the nautral world and in the human faces. The ‘ripple and heave’ makes the larch human – wonderful writing!
I love “The heart of winter echoes my mood.” You set the tone for the poem from the start. Dry, itchy, and with the dust of distaste in your words. Wonderful. Hope it rains, though!
I hope so too!! Perhaps only in spring, a month or two away.
I really like that haiku very much. The “lurch of rusted green” is such an arresting start.
Thanks!