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Let’s skip the trip,
stay near to all that’s dear –
brew tea and
bake a chocolate cake.
Let’s write a poem and read the book
that we’ve been waiting for.
Let’s let the candle burn until we hear
finches sing of Springs return
Quadrille #240: Fill, Zip, Trip
Snowflakes
We got a feeble amount of snow, overnight.
Not enough to make a snowman or even
a respectable snowball. It is trying valiantly
to cover the grass and the sidewalk, yet
only manages to look like powdered sugar
on a homemade apple cake. Children don’t
even bother to put on snowsuits – they know
there will be no sledding, today. But if you look
carefully, you will see the intricate patterns of
those scattered flakes and marvel at their sparkle,
like magic diamonds strewn across the yard.
Poetics: New Year Snow
A Stormy Winter Night
the night was dark and no moon was in view
bare trees were soon filled with winter rage
all-consuming storm clouds inflamed my fears
and a lonely crow became my sage
MTB: Toddaid
Sunset
It will be dark soon. The winter Sun,
stretching its weaken rays toward Earth,
will fall once again into the sea.
She sits where the ocean meets the land,
her toes touching the wet sand,
silently waiting for the last gasp of the Sun.
The Howling Moon
Clear winter night, no clouds,
perfect for watching the full moon rise.
It’s called the Wolf Moon.
I can see my breath, suspended in air, and
wonder about that name. Do you think
this cold winter moon howls for the many
who shiver tonight?
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d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB: The Death Sentence
Here’s the challenge –
one sentence, improvised, end of civilization as we know it
give it a try over at http://dversepoets.com
It had been only three weeks since she kissed
Him goodbye, escaping the gloomy skies
Of home for a dose of sunshine, (something
She craved in the middle of winter even though
He did not), but something had gone awry while
She soaked up those healing rays and he sulked
Under the gray clouds because as soon as she
Stepped into the house, before she could even kick
Off her shoes, he slumped off to take a nap, signaling
The end of the world as she knew it
Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #11 “a winter’s love”
torn apart clothes
thrown against a beach pole
a winter’s love
bare footed
wandering about the nude beach
in heart of winter
© Chèvrefeuille
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Here is my fusion haiku –
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Clothes on a beach pole
Footprints leave a sandy trail
Lovers stroll away
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – brevity
Frank has us keeping it short at the Pub
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I remembered writing an Elfje a couple years ago. It’s perfect for this challenge – and fun to write
Here’s an explanation from simplyelfje
The Elfje form originated in The Netherlands where it is used to teach young children to write poetry. The word Elfje means ‘Elven’ or ‘Fairy’ poem (from ‘Elf’ meaning ‘elven’ or ‘fairy’ and the sufix ‘-je’ meaning ‘little’). The form consists of 11 words spread over 5 lines.
How to Write Elfje:
An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1. One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.
Line 2. Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.
Line 3. Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’
Line 4. Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.
Line 5. One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.
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….. and here is my attempt –
Gray
Winter sky
It saddens me
I have one hope
Spring
Three Line Thursday at Ink In Thirds
Feb 1 – Fly Free
I also followed De to this little community
I dream of leaving winter behind
To search for solace and bright sunshine
And then, I find it in your smile
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #17 Out of The Carpe Diem Box …
A new form, for me, a Cherita using the theme Winter Time
Cherita (pronounced CHAIR-rita) is a linked poetry form of one-, two-, and three-line stanzas.
Cherita is the Malay word for “story” or “tale”.
Here’s my attempt
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Snow fell steadily overnight
Morning sun shines
On fields of white
Tracks cross from woods to road
Left behind by white tailed deer
Foraging for food
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