A place to gather words before they get lost.
The whispering air ... – Walt Whitman
Leaning lips against ear
a cold weather draft being written inside here
a winter mix of disparate parts
where words touch skin- thus writes the heart
Inspired by Sounds Of The Winter by Walt Whitman https://poets.org/poem/sounds-winter
Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
The night artist arrives
with paintbrushes of frost
the frozen canvas windshields
of parked cars reveal webs of
something beautiful
for #mastoprompt
So once again we lost a winter in stubborn memory ... — Joy Harlo
Coming inside that winter day my mother asked, where is your glove? and I had no answer to a simple question other than to point a bare hand towards the picture window with a view obscured by white winter squall, the storm that that had blinded me to the point to which I wasn't sure which apartment door was ours until I pulled the handle and heard the squeak and for nearly a week, my mother wouldn't speak of it to me, not forgotten, no, not until I bundled up and went back out to scour the ground for the many things we lose when we're just children trying to make our way home
Inspired by Grace by Joy Harlo https://poets.org/poem/grace-1
Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
In afternoon, I'm barely immune to the call of sleep, it's a deep tune of falling
for #mastoprompt
Shadows – hold their breath — Emily Dickinson
Dark, does too, and you – you breathe me in with these stars when you stare off like that into the sky
No need to wonder why
I'm perpetually forever falling, my cold comet tail of lost letters and discarded notes, of half-finished songs and broken poems - it all comes burning apart upon entry into atmosphere
Exhale, my love: Let the galaxy dust of these tiny disasters settle upon us – we'll gather the ashes into something new
inspired by There's A Certain Slant of Light by Emily Dickinson https://poets.org/poem/theres-certain-slant-light-258
Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
I prance the floor with paws in gear and still, you decide not to hear me -
You write your poem, ignore my stare, but I am eyes open, always optimistically hoping
for NPR “pet poem” https://www.npr.org/2022/12/05/1140379944/according-to-your-pet-share-a-poem
Something comes plummeting out of the corner of the eye
a red-tailed hawk, on the hunt, diving from the sky
for #mastoprompt
go home and feed Upon thy Song — Ameen Rihani
How many of us in the audience nibbled on the notes the band of birds left behind when they were still singing, still swinging on the tension of the wire
And how not even one of us had even an inkling of tired in that fading light, the night kept us awake, and the sounds - how they carried us through towards home
And you bet we're still snacking on the melody left behind, the call, the response, the blazing fire reaching its way up into the rafters, the jazz club burning blue with song at dawn
inspired by The Philistine by Ameen Rihani https://poets.org/poem/philistine
Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p
When intelligence is artificial
and emotion, superficial,
then the world we've encountered
becomes little more than a tangle of words
cloaked in something prejudicial
for #mastoprompt