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Mid Winter- 1999- Wind Out Of North--Blowing Steady
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Mid Winter- 1999- Wind Out Of North--Blowing Steady |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
The Arctic wind, that took away Eskimo breath- Now seeks loose stitches, in wood-brick fabrics That wrap my house, trying to undo clasps, And window buttons; pulling at stuck-zipper, doors. Circling, it rubs my sleeping gardens back With cold hands-raking nails of brittle oak- leaf finger tips across; A necrophiliac Trying to make love, to long dead flowers. Its roll and tumble loosens hat-brim shingles Along the rim edge of my roofs-head, Tar and chips flying, chimney smoke direction To let out heat, like a hatless human. Enraged, the loud wind blows bugle calls To its wheezing, Klezmer apprentices That are losing faith, in their captain To lead them to spoils of war in my house. The mutineers regather, to follow their leader On, to pilage heat, from my next door neighbor. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh.... wow. Imagery as such I haven't seen stark, vivid...chilling... felt it, yes. SAW it... even more so. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! ~*~ I was going to come back and draw forth a few of the lines that drew the most vivid imagery but like anything so good...you can't take but just one... without all.  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
ice, your writing is a living testament to your name! You just drained the last bit of warmth from this northern gal! lol "Circling, it rubs my sleeping gardens back With cold hands-raking nails of brittle oak- leaf finger tips across; A necrophiliac Trying to make love, to long dead flowers." ~ Gosh, yer good! Sending you a hug with the last bit of warmth left in this body, lol Linda |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Kari Thank you, I thought of this poem, yesterday...I spent 9 hours on the ice, fishing...and the wind reminded me of it. It is an old one, I believe you requestd another....  * Linda... Thank You for reading and the reply... I am looking in old floppys for poems, I'll try to dig up a summer one for you...to warm you up...lol btw...the stanza that you quoted is my favorite of the poem.... ________ ____ice ><> |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Chilling yet electrifying Ice. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
As long as you keep writing, I'm going to keep asking for yes, one more...  stay warm... |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Very cool!  |
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emancipated1 Junior Member
since 2006-01-08
Posts 16 |
a cold write but an awesome one E1 |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Brrrrr...I'm glad to hear it's icefishing time. Perhaps I'll repost my icefishing poem..perhaps. Your imagery in this is so well done!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
What can I say Ford..? When all the superlatives have been used.. May I add a 'BRAVO' Sir.. Into my library this goes with the others. ~Smiling at you, Nancy~ In the midst of winter, |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I enjoyed this muchly, icy one - Writing with effective imagery is a skill most have to work at. It looks like a breeze to you... |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Beautiful read Ford. sounds chilly but gives me a warm feeling. Sorry to miss you in chat last night. :-) |
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CMGrimm Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 685USA |
im freezing in here.... Never be a carbon copy of anybody...make your own impressions. - ANON. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Enraged, the loud wind blows bugle calls To its wheezing, Klezmer apprentices That are losing faith, in their captain To lead them to spoils of war in my house." Incredible work. I enjoyed it so much. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
That made me want to turn on the furnance despite the fact it was in the high 70s hear most of the day! You do that well, taking the reader right there, yes you do! |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
An amazing comparision: A necrophiliac Trying to make love, to long dead flowers. |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
Tar and chips flying, chimney smoke direction To let out heat, like a hatless human. Enraged, the loud wind blows bugle calls To its wheezing, Klezmer apprentices That are losing faith, in their captain To lead them to spoils of war in my house. The mutineers regather, to follow their leader On, to pilage heat, from my next door neighbor. -Brother Ice ... your writings are the coolest in pip ... and brrrrr this one was chilly indeed after reading this i had to get up and get another blanket, the cold is all powerful in the winters deep freeze nights , winds take names and pass by with frosted spirit ... awakening the heat from your hearts ... ~ Wolf |
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