The infinite wheeling stars ...
— Robinson Jeffers
On this, the longest of
this year's nights, we bundle
up to watch the sky, pieces
falling, and wonder in the quiet
at what it is we're watching,
echoes of a distance of a faraway
past, calling, messages on
beams of dancing light long since
extinguished, and then when
we're too cold for this canvas,
we're finished with the show,
we pack up our blankets,
hold hands, and go
Inspiration from Wonder And Joy by Robinson Jeffers
https://poets.org/poem/wonder-and-joy
Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
She's shuffling papers -
dates and words
and communications
and time – all indicators
of a past impinging
upon the present,
and the discard pile,
a cathartic gesture
of careful removal,
grows, teeters, slides,
falls, spills at her feet -
she reaches down,
and begins repeat
for #mastoprompt
A music wild and dangerous
— Anne Porter
Voices quiver
in the cold night,
and shiver
and we are listening
to the ways in which
the words tumble
into sound, the way
the snow-bound trees dip
towards the ground
and on the last night,
one voice remaining,
a small voice, straining
and we applaud, and then
stand there, in the empty space
they leave behind
Inspired by Noel by Anne Porter
https://poets.org/poem/noel
Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
Take the spine this poem
and play with it -
turn it around and
remix it through
collaborative remake,
and I will do my best,
with respect, to reciprocate
for #mastoprompt
Lean against the weight
of the crescent moon,
the slip slide of night
like some airborne balloon
Watch the critters chatter
inside the hole
inside the tree
they're watching us
watching it
watching all the ways
the shadowed orb shines
a luminous
glorious
wondrous
light of tranquility
Inspired by Winter Twilight by Anne Porter https://poets.org/poem/winter-twilight
Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
Kick-start the engine:
start the furnace fight against
the encroaching cold
for Algot
Tunnel in -
this will go
deep -
the blizzard begins
at the edges
of sleep
for #mastoprompt
the listener, who listens in the snow ...
— Wallace Stevens
ice tendrils
sing this morning's
symphonic sounds
in parachutes of snow
remove the knitted cap
that covers up the ears
and laugh at the way
the wind blows
our booted feet,
the drums, pounding
left right left right
the bass alongside the beat
and when the music ends,
we move inside, still listening -
echoes of a sky forever falling,
notes thawing beside the heat
Inspired by The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
https://poets.org/poem/snow-man
Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
Contained
between the confines
of the cushions
of the couch
a coziness, collapses
between us, a silence,
inside of calm, a love,
without a doubt
for #mastoprompt
They took the wind and let it go
— Sara Teasdale
I become all pocket
when you
become jacket
This gale wind, captured,
sure makes such
a racket
in protest
toward surrender -
no matter the outcome,
remember:
nothing makes us
happier than when
chaos will cease,
jiggling with change,
in the moment
before release
Inspired by Places (iii. Winter Sun) by Sara Teasdale
https://poets.org/poem/places-iii-winter-sun
Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p