Open Poetry #31 |
Flurried Ice Domains ( Thoughts On Clearing) |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The scrape Screeking as it was of metal on glass Vibrating corners of chatter as frost is cleared And lies in powder now Caught by wind to swirl Prismatic Swarm With only faint broken crystalline sound My breath now fogs this morn Dark cleared stars not yet shorn from fleece Heaven has become And I wait for noise to become my norm Yet chill though the crawl of wind be As it in mischief pokes at clothes Then laughs against now bared trees I remain a moment more To listen But most to see Cut edges of the dark Filled with mist of ice Reminding me Harsh contrasts stand out Black on white And in this purity of sight I need not look for greys Or colors of the dawn I may enjoy the madness Of February’s extremes |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat Hair A lovely write, enjoyed the read. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
If you keep writing through the month like this, I will be allowed to enjoy the extremes, myself! |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron...Exquisite imagery!! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Reminds me of Indiana... Use to sit out in the wee hours of the morning waiting for the bus and listen to the frozen lake noises. thanks. "sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.." |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And extreme they are... highs and lows... for more than weather. *G* Excellent write, my friend! *S* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
great write |
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