Welcome to Day 14 of my 30-Day Poetry Challenge!
Comment on today’s poem to win a copy of my poetry book, “(After) Confession… I’m giving away a copy every day. Scroll down below the poem for more details about this Poetry Challenge.
But first, congratulations, Rita, for winning a free copy of my poetry book! (I do a raffle from those who commented on yesterday’s post.) Rita, please email me your address so I can send your prize: theresa.sapphire@gmail.com
Now onto today’s poem. Don’t forget to comment, and check back tomorrow to see if you’ve won!
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Somedays, this is just the way things go…
Lost in April Blizzard
Snow falls in thick clumps,
a sideways wicked wind,
the world a whirling blur of white outside my window.
All four cats curled up in tight caterpillar balls,
hibernating in corners alone.
We are back to January, 3 steps back,
weather we joke about, hope to survive.
I watch this snowglobe-on-steroids,
mesmerized by the wild dance,
avoiding the other white before me:
So pretty… just not what we want!
Blank. Screen.
I can make
a roast chicken today,
bread dough is rising,
clean the sink shiny,
just can’t come up with words.
I hope they are waiting somewhere,
maybe cold, shivering, covered in inches of snow,
tiny seeds planted out there, I hope…
oh Spring, where are you now?
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April is National Poetry Month, which was inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996.
This month’s posts are part of the NaPoWriMo challenge — that’s National Poetry Writing Month. At NaPoWriMo.net, you’ll find links to other participating writers and their poetry. AND daily writing prompts for inspiration to write your own poems. Check them out.
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This pretty much describes how almost everyone in Minnesota feels today. I wonder how many of us made bread today?
It was such a strange weekend… and really, we hadn’t had a blustery blizzard of that sort in quite awhile, though we have had a lot of snow. It was a weather experience. Making bread and staying cozy were sure the best options!
This is beautiful! So reflects our day. The quietness of the insulating snow with the conflict of inner goals. Difficult to do work when we want to sip tea and coffee …curl up like the cats. You have inspired me to get to work and grade my labs!
Thanks so much, Chris…. I’m glad you got inspired to do your stuff. (Did you see that you are one of the winners? Check out Day 16.)
Love the cats-as-caterpillars imagery. Means they’re waiting to become something more joyous and frantic.
Thanks– when they’re quiet like that, so curled up and furry… I like the idea of them becoming joyous and frantic!
Mesmerized by the wild dance. Ahh!
The dance of the weather– sometimes calm and sometimes frantic!
This poem is my favorite so far. On many levels. One, I can visualize the setting so clearly. Two because I’m so glad it finally stopped snowing where I live. And three because the only time I really think I should start cleaning is when there is something else I’m putting off.
Thanks for reading, Doni! And don’t you know it– cleaning suddenly seems appealing when I’m avoiding something else.
Your word-seeds didn’t sprout in the variety required for this prompt, but they did sprout!
I love to cook and bake when the weather is less than ideal.
Isn’t that a fun image, “word-seeds?” Maybe I just have to water them and they’ll grow. And not angst over them so much!
I read this right after your poem juxtaposing couples therapy and soupy noodles. Another great juxtaposition – the winter-white world and your blank screen. How little control we have over anything.
So true. Sometimes I hate that, but I’m learning to be more present in what’s happening, sometimes…