The Journey Back

Composed 2/16/15
Description: Writing 201: Day 2. The Challenge: a journey theme in limerick form with alliteration.

Today’s poem was inspired by my snowy commute (to and from) work. Not sure I succeeded much with alliteration, but I had to change my rhyming choices so much, I didn’t much care to make more of an alliterative effort afterwards! 

Light flakes heaped soon into domes
As I nervously drove through the foam
I’d let out a breath
When the brush of my death
Occurred one minute from home

It’s a Different Place at Night

Composed 1/6/15
Description: n/a

There’s something about the cold
The howling of relentless wind
Through the silhouette of trees in the openness
And the gray blue mist of night
Of listening and watching while trapped huddling inside
That makes me feel as if
I’ve travelled across the ocean to a place I’ve never been
A new lonely adventure

Sweater in Bed Weather

Composed 11/13/14
Description: Inspired by the latest cold snap. Something more light and fun and, dare I say, more Shel Silverstein than my usual style. Let me know what you think!

It’s sweater in bed weather
It’s wrap up your head weather
It’s sweater in bed and wrap up your head and toast til your red
weather

It’s a blankets for clothes morning
It’s a shuffle your toes morning
It’s a blankets for clothes and shuffle your toes til the hot shower flows and right in you go
morning

It’s an icicle hair walk
It’s a slippery stairs walk
It’s an icicle hair and slippery stairs for as long as you dare in the air you can’t bear til you get to your lair
walk

It’s a crash through the door evening
It’s a fire and smores evening
It’s a crash through the door then fire and smores with hot chocolate poured til hot to the core and cuddle some more until we both snore
evening

It’s sweater in bed
weather

Unrelenting Presence

Composed 10/31/14
Description: Why is the weather always TERRIBLE on Halloween? As I fought my way through icy winds, sleet, and snow this evening I asked myself this question many times. Here is my best guess as to why this is likely the case.

The spirits of dead
And those who guard them in the ground
Arise from their lands and fly
Blocking out the sun
And all warmth from this world

So tangible are their haunted souls
The chill they bring fills the air
Manifesting in such icy winds
That sleet falls from the darkness high
And brings chill to body as well as mind

Spring Storms

Composed 4/28/14
Description: (Day 28 of NaPoWriMo as promised) I hope it storms tonight….

A calmness settles in the air
‘til lightning strikes and static flares
I feel the build in every hair
and jump when thunder booms and scares

Of its power I’m well aware
And yet this brings me no despair
I am cautious, I do beware
But its wonder leads me to stare

I laugh and curl up in my chair
and sit and watch within my lair
The view is better with a pair
Encourage the storm if you dare

Rainy Days

Composed 4/14/14
Description: (Day 14 of NaPoWriMo) Inspired by WDBWP’s prompt, Reverse Acrostic, in which we were encouraged to (you guessed it) write an acrostic poem (but with the acronym consisting of the ending letters). However, we had a set list of words to choose from. As today was a drizzly, cool day, my choice was obvious.

I tend to thrive on the coolest of days
When bright sunbeams vanish with an icy adieu
And liquid mountain air drips down
Steaming like kisses on my heated cheeks
Bundling, shivering gives me a high
In which I conquer ennui
And for days I splash without abandon
Yet my body yearns for something else

Finally Free: The Sensations of Spring

Composed 3/11/14
Description: WDBWP’s poetry prompt came at the perfect time. It’s theme? Mood.

Yesterday I was in a good mood. In such a good mood that I wrote about it. And then I saw the prompt. Fate.

Yesterday I got what felt like the first taste of spring. Instead of twenty, teens, or below with patches of snow (which has been the average over the last few weeks), we had sunny and seventy. I felt like a different person. I could go outside without a jacket? I enjoyed my walks to class? Had sixty, seventy degrees always been this warm? It was culture shock. But a very, very welcome shock.

The day was so beautiful and glorious I knew I had to capture it in writing somehow. The result is found below.

How can I capture the beauty of this day?
I could run through the field
Stripping off clothes in laughter
Until I was free in my skin
And I would dance through the valleys for hours more
Unashamed
Just warm in the sun
Just
Free

You took my home
And made my haven my prison
And then you opened the door
And whispered
Run
Run!
And I dashed
Tossing chains
And dawning leaf-flower crowns

I could leap through tall grasses
And chase dust in the wind
I could climb every tree
Satisfy all desires
No one to hold me
No sword to smite me
Just my own body falling
Elated
To earth

Winter Blessings

Composed 1/5/14
Description: In response to today’s Daily Prompt Happy Happy Joy Joy, in which we are to describe what happiness is to us. Well, right now, as snow falls thickly and quickly from the sky, I am reminded of how HAPPY this kind of weather makes me. Really. Even when I look back to one of my happiest dreams, snow is a prominent feature. And, in almost all my happiest poetry, if it’s not snow being featured, it’s nature.

Let the clouds rain down from heaven
And sugarcoat our dusty trees with blessings
So they glisten brightly, fresh, anew
And cling like front porch chimes
More beautiful than their first spring

Let thick whipped frosting
Mask the sour twinge of our mistakes
The trash, the dirt, the grime of our lives
So we can remember
That once dull scenery can change
And grandly

Let us build up wonders with heaven’s gorgeous rain
And cool our hot hands, hot heads
With pure white
And rush back to our lives and melt
Remember what it’s like
To really feel warmth