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bark tendrils
gasping for light
sprig the air
roost
and wait
for the impulse
for the sap to synapse
into a burst
of green buds
This poem first appear in East On Central (2016-17).
Used here with permission.
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Marcia J. Pradzinski is a Chicago native who now lives in Skokie,Illinois. Having taught English in the International Teaching Assistants program in Chicago for many years, Marcia has always loved words in their many contexts: in print, in songs, and in foreign languages such as Polish and Ukrainian, which she heard spoken while growing up.The author of Left Behind, published by Finishing Line Press in 2015, Marcia's poems have been featured in anthologies and many print and online journals. She gives credit to her poet colleagues for helping her stay productive and accountable.
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ladybug:
Very nicely done, Marcia. You capture the season and positive spirit of anticipated
spring. Susan Moss
Posted 01/10/2020 10:26 AM
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cork:
Marcia, you have spaced me out. Jenkuya!
Posted 01/10/2020 09:13 AM
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bbatcher:
the form, so carefully crafted, fits the subject perfectly
Posted 01/10/2020 06:43 AM
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paula:
great poem
Posted 01/10/2020 05:17 AM
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