The Snowflake Chronicles

February Blog Poems

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February 8, 2014

Looking through the Writing Windowpane

"Good writing is like a windowpane."
George Orwell

On this weary day
I can't yawn my time away,
as I look out my window glass
and watch the white clouds rushing past.

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February 18, 2014

Not for the Faint of Heart: A poem about writing

"My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off."
Ray Bradbury

Writing
a day long journey
not for the fain of heart.

Somewhere
between morning dishes
and afternoon laundry
the muse attacks
distracts
whispering sweet plots
to my ears.

The story line
is too intriguing
to stop
for anything except
black coffee.

I sigh
knowing
I still have laundry
to lug to the laundromat,
but midnight
is not time to leave the apartment
unescorted by my muse;
who insists
that I remain
until the chapter is finished
and the protagonist
meets the antagonist
on the battle field.

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February 20, 2014

Fragment Friday: Thoughts on writing poetry

Thought 1:

It's Friday,
I picked up my coffee cup
to take sip
and realized it was empty.

Thought 2:

As I walked back to the computer
carrying a hot cup of coffee,
it dawned on me
that I have several poems started
that aren't finished.

Thought 3:

Hours kissing winter souvenirs
Hopes fingers
Snow downpour
...Where do I go from here?

Thought 4:

Summer rain reflects mountains
Twilight hidden catastrophes
...How do I finish this?

Thought 5:

Autumn singing changed houses
Solitary beauty
...Does this have haiku potential?

Thought 6:

Strange lilies insane music
Whispering superstitions
...Is this an exercise in procrastination?

Thought 7:

Roses dream invisible premonitions
The spoken word cannot convey the subtleties
Something is lost in the translation
The nuances of silence
...When did I begin this poem?

February 28, 2014

On a Rainy Friday in Las Vegas

It rained this morning
cold wet drops
falling from charcoal gray clouds
sent shivers up my spine.

The sun peeked out
for a short time
before the clouds completely
covered the sky
promising more rain.

I listen to a distant rumble
is it thunder I hear
or the echo of fighter jets
flying over
the air force base.

The lights blink
and I glance
at the red flashlight
sitting on my desk;
I wonder
if the batteries
are dead.

Friday, February 28, 2014
Jal'l (Glory), 4 Ayy'm-i-H' (The Days of H'), 170 BE

After sunset
damp air penetrates my bones
is it still raining

I'm tired of winter
tired of the dampness and clouds
I want spring to come