When the muse strikes, I'm compelled to write poetry; try as I might, I cannot ignore it when it does, nor conjure it automagically. So, when the iron is hot? I strike.
When unexpected snow began accumulating, so did a niggling insistence to write. When I share my poetry, understand its revealing vulnerability. I'm not schooled in verse. I don't know the rules. I just write…my soul writes. Sometimes its silly, other times profound, but always it flows from creative instinct.
I wish you'd try your hand at it–I used to be one of those who said I couldn't write poetry. And then one day I started writing and fell in love with it. If you're in any way inspired, won't you share your offering in comments? I'd love to celebrate with you!
Snow, Unexpected
{A haiku}
Joy, exuberant
Unleashed by frosted manna
Childlike hearts devour.
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Unexpected Guest
The key, a frozen wafer
Unique as companion lock–
An entrance in swirling pirouette,
Grand and welcome and turning heads.
Unlocking inhibition–
Coaxing laughter's carillon and dance of feet and soul
Dizzying child delight.
Marking time in white
Etching memory with footprints in frozen sand.
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Man of Snow
Man brought to life in spherical mound
Fashioned in cold, sticks and stone
Sculpted by eager and expectant hands
Dressed in imagination
Finished in satisfaction
Reflecting the smile of his maker.
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Meteorologists Is a Big Word for Adult Weather Guessers
{A limerick}
Two words school kids want to hear
"Go home!"–they erupt with a cheer–
The snow, a surprise
Missed by all weather guys,
'Tis, indeed, a happy new year!
loved Man of Snow – “Dressed in imagination – Finished in satisfaction” – what a perfect, delightful picture … nice job & thanks for sharing.
I just popped over to your site and THAT made me even more excited to meet you next week! Because I have a teenage daughter, I especially appreciate your message :). I don't suppose you've got extra "Your beautiful" tees, do you? I wouldn't mind wearing one at Blissdom! (Clicked around a little but didn't see how to get 'em…and I'm in a bit of a hurry now…).
Thanks for reading my little works of "art"…I am shy to share my poetry, but not enough to keep it to myself. Go figure :).
yeah, now THAT’S not Southern… snow? 😉
Love them all! Unexpected Guest is my favorite.
beautiful… my last blogpost was about snow too! God cleansing the world with a gift of purity!
I have always been fascinated by poetry – maybe because it is always so mysterious 🙂 These are beautiful, my friend….can’t wait to see you this week. Especially love unexpected guest.
I find these delightful. I especially like the Man of Snow and your limerick.
Beautiful.
I’m so impressed with people who can write poetry!
-FringeGirl
Okay, I don’t have a poem today (I’m at work!), but I do love yours and wanted to say that…and hello!