Cincinnati Winter Afternoon

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Open Poetry #18

Cincinnati Winter Afternoon

EllenMoran
Junior Member

since 2002-01-03

Posts 24

0 posted 2002-01-03 05:39 PM

"It’s 24 degrees outside
and dropping fast"
Rattles the man behind a flashing 5:02.
A mist of synthetic water:
Some freezing on contact, some
carving streaks on sloped glass.

I turn towards the river,
weaving through clumps of trucks and trees;
Sun-shadow blinding
in reflections off of thin sheets of ice.
The squawking wipers do not dent these starbursts.

I bob my head like a tangled puppet,
struggling to make the left
sans bumper-car reenactments
and I’m through

And the radioman has oiled his voice
Purring just over the engine
“You’re listening to NPR”

While steep banks melt
in pumpkin-rose floes

Across 50 East

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

1 posted 2002-01-03 05:58 PM

What a wonderful write.  I could feel Cincinnati!

My favorite line?  "While steep banks melt
                   in pumpkin-rose floes"

Well done, Ellen, and welcome to Open

My perception of truth will somehow never quite be the same..and so I write.

EllenMoran
Junior Member

since 2002-01-03

Posts 24

2 posted 2002-01-03 07:50 PM

Thanks, Rose. It was certainly more enjoyable than writing memos this afternoon

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

3 posted 2002-01-03 08:38 PM

BRAVO!!! Oh my gosh, you write so beautifully and descriptively, I could see Cincinatti through your lovely words on a winter day! I've never been there but dream of seeing it! (kiss on cheek) Welcome to Open, sweet friend, this is a wonderful account of a vision! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ellen, thank you for sharing!