Open Poetry #49 |
First Snowfall |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Flakes, as soft as linen On gray horses came clinging, Played at ring around the sun, And cooled what heat (the little gained) When late fall days, Break cold, not warm. * The steeds rode shod, Alberta's clipper-'cross The prairies and the rivers Dropping mass, in volume; Bright new clothes That changed Novembers Olive drab, to brighter colors. * A billion, billion sequins, (More were coming) Bright, and wind-mixed, Glitter Shining... In the blue cold, Chilly Aura (lighting) Of an early frozen morning; (winter starting) * Undefiled The virgins train, Layed spread beneath Her carriage clouds, And layed an endless, Icing plain To decorate Her wedding grounds. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Very descriptive Ice! I like this very much! ~L |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
that's a beautiful picture! It looks more real than those calender pictures do. But how do virgins train and stay a virgin? I still really like your poem though. It was just a thought which made them run. It was just an act that killed them. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you Lori-glad you liked it...:-) Days- The train is the snow the storm has dropped, and drug along the ground-a bridal train...the wedding is not over...- The snow is "virgin" the first snow of the year. Thanks for your reply. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Having lived up north (Northern and Southwest Wisconsin) I can relate to your well-penned poetry. I know a family in Burlington Vermont that practically live on skis. Now down here in Louisiana, as JerryPat well knows, we're still basking in sunshine, though the rains are finally arriving after an exceedingly dry summer. Let's see. Curtain #1: Shoveling and or plowing snow in freezing weather? Curtain #2:Floating effortlessly in a flat-bottom with a rod and reel? 88 friend <---<<< Not really wearing this hat She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Oh yes, I had loads of chuckles at DayofView's reply! I should thank her for the extra 'hit'. Please accept my apologies ice for encroaching on your post to do so. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very beautiful, especially the last verse, dear Ford! Wonderful picture, I adore snow, though it can be quite a problem, but Mother Earth dressed in white is just an absolute top experience. Excellent work. Margherita |
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Mr Martini Member Posts 366 Beneath The Line |
Images of your grey steeds in snow with the good, cold, ever-refreshing air is vivid and worthy of a fine oil painting. Your photograph harmonizes itself perfectly with your writing. Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me! |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thanks-everyone, for reading and the replies. My poem was inspired by this... "Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last." Robert Frost- from "Desert Places" "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Snow is a reluctant visitor where I live on the Romney Marsh in England, about once every eight years, even though the rest of the country is mostly covered. I admit I was puzzled by the train illusion as I associate snowfall with a soundless hush but never mind. I loved the last stanza, well written. Your poem has inspired my own on snowfall. |
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