(note: I have not idea why this picture of what seems to be rain sparked the idea of a fire and love. Sometimes, the brain works in funny way.)
Ashes, falling from the sky,
tumble toward my hands like drops of rain -
I let them slip slowly to the ground;
We move in closer to the fire
to gather warmth, to touch embers,
to remember that out here,
in this wilderness where the dark descends suddenly,
all we really have is each other.
You stoke the fire with a stick, thinking;
I play with the matches,
striking flint to create the sparks
that draw you closer to my fireworks.
I watch your eyes, wandering;
Wondering: your thoughts seem so far away,
so that I am nothing more than a distant photograph
waiting to curl up along the edges from the heat.
One morning I woke up, yawning.
I looked out the window.
There was something white covering everything.
Snow! White Snow!
I quickly wore my clothes,
While thinking about all the fun
I am going to have.
I went outside,
And played with the snow with my brother,
Made a snowman,
And also snow angels
Were painted on the white snow
That looked just like us.
It had been a long time
Since I have seen it snowed
Like that day.
How I wish now it would snow,
But it is not that cold today.
It’s April, not a time for storms yet…
The joy
of standing amongst the snowflakes
whirling around my body
twisting, turning, insisting I play
remembering the times
when stormy days could bring joy
keeping this image in my mind
when the next life storm hits
I need to remember
to embrace the challenge,
and find the joy
in the surprise events
that stop life in its tracks
giving purpose to pause. writin4change´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
we were trying to catch it all
in our hands and in our smiles
surprised to feel the warmth
after a gray day inside
hoping it would last until
the light was gone and we
were called back in to the
coldness of our lives
New blog post: #NPM2012: Prompt 14 http://t.co/hx697nwP
(note: I have not idea why this picture of what seems to be rain sparked the idea of a fire and love. Sometimes, the brain works in funny way.)
Ashes, falling from the sky,
tumble toward my hands like drops of rain -
I let them slip slowly to the ground;
We move in closer to the fire
to gather warmth, to touch embers,
to remember that out here,
in this wilderness where the dark descends suddenly,
all we really have is each other.
You stoke the fire with a stick, thinking;
I play with the matches,
striking flint to create the sparks
that draw you closer to my fireworks.
I watch your eyes, wandering;
Wondering: your thoughts seem so far away,
so that I am nothing more than a distant photograph
waiting to curl up along the edges from the heat.
The podcast: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/424607
Kevin Hodgson´s last [type] ..Book Review: Chomp
Another poem with @budtheteacher http://t.co/Id2B9QZL #npm12 #Cinch: http://t.co/z11kLXIy
#NPM2012: Prompt 14 #academics http://t.co/ZkP9Nu5A
Nourishment
“Into every life a little rain must fall”
Declared with a dour expression
By those who have forgotten
Simpler days
Stomping – this way and that –
Which gives the biggest splash?
Squishy galoshes
Head tilted back to catch
A drop on my tongue
Dance in the drizzle
Prance in the puddles
Caper in the cloudburst
Questing for rainbows?
No! Reveling in the raindrops
Secure in the knowledge
Of tomato soup and
Gooey grilled cheese
To drive away the chills
One morning I woke up, yawning.
I looked out the window.
There was something white covering everything.
Snow! White Snow!
I quickly wore my clothes,
While thinking about all the fun
I am going to have.
I went outside,
And played with the snow with my brother,
Made a snowman,
And also snow angels
Were painted on the white snow
That looked just like us.
It had been a long time
Since I have seen it snowed
Like that day.
How I wish now it would snow,
But it is not that cold today.
It’s April, not a time for storms yet…
The joy
of standing amongst the snowflakes
whirling around my body
twisting, turning, insisting I play
remembering the times
when stormy days could bring joy
keeping this image in my mind
when the next life storm hits
I need to remember
to embrace the challenge,
and find the joy
in the surprise events
that stop life in its tracks
giving purpose to pause.
writin4change´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
we were trying to catch it all
in our hands and in our smiles
surprised to feel the warmth
after a gray day inside
hoping it would last until
the light was gone and we
were called back in to the
coldness of our lives
[...] #NPM2012: Prompt 14 [...]
Tomorrow’s rain,
Like some liquid magic,
Fell,
And washed away our worries,
Cleansing frowns,
And easing furrowed, wrinked brows,
Leaving behind
The smooth laughter of our pending youth.
–
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..#NPM2012: Prompt 14 Tomorrow’s Rain