Friday, February 05, 2010

Poetry Stretch Results - Snow

The challenge this week was to write about snow, very fitting considering another foot or two is headed this way.
SNOW PLOWS
by Steven Withrow of Crackles of Speech

Frigid night,
first light snow
frosts blacktop.

Plows shiver to life
after silence,
sleep.

Truck engines
cough quietly,
frothy exhalations.

All move out,
slow, coordinated
convoy.

Snow falls.
Blades scrape
cold roads clean.

Tired
plowmen
stop.

Consider
letting it mount,
letting it grow.

New light shows
new snow
flakes.

Truck
engines
rumble.


Last Night's Snow
by Kate Coombs of Book Aunt

The white eraser
took out black lines
of roads, dark
roof rectangles,
and scribbled branches.

It rubbed away
colored-pencil cars,
gray streaks of fence,
and etched hedges.

But it can't erase
my new red boots,
my yellow scarf,
or my blue coat
as I tromp along,
rewriting.

--Kate Coombs, 2010



Amy Ludwig VanDerwater left two poems in the comments.
Snowflake

Born in a cloud.
Lived in sky.
Died on my mitten.
Why?

- Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Snowflake Designer

I’m quick.
I’m careful.
I work when I wake.

I’m cool.
I’m quiet.
I make no mistake.

Each winter
I sketch
I measure
I bake
flake after
flake after
flake after
flake.

(If I find a double
I take it and break it.)

- Amy Ludwig VanDerwater


Julie Larios of The Drift Record shares a poem entitled What Snow Knows.


Diane Mayr of Random Noodling left this poem in the comments.

first snow...
the puppy's nostrils
full of it


Barbara Turner left this poem in the comments.

Quiet
is the sound
of snow.
Hush.
Can you hear it?


Ode to a California Winter
by Nicole Marie Schreiber

I know it’s why people move here--
Sunny.
Mild winters.
72 degrees.

But just once, I’d love to see snow
sugaring those orange poppies,
if only for a day.

Just once
instead of car chases
and Amber alerts
and traffic congestion
and illegal immigrants
all over the news,
how about a freak snowfall
blanketing the Hollywood sign,
thick as meringue
and just as sweet?

Just once
let’s keep everyone indoors
and off the freeways,
snuggling next to their gas fireplaces,
drinking their Coffee Bean lattes,
and taking off their sunglasses,
if only for a day.


DRIZZLING SNOW
by Carol Weis

A drizzle of snow
laces the field
where stubbles
of corn stalks
bear witness
to turkey tracks
sprinkled across
its wintry breast.

© 2010 Carol Weis


Southern Snow
by Doraine Bennett of Dori Reads

Trees steeled themselves
against the coming cold.
Sparrows and squirrels snuggled
deep in strawed nests.

Children caught the first flakes
on trembling tongues, scraped
white powder from the dry grass,
and threw wet balls at friends
until the unfamiliar cold
hurried them inside
in search of hot chocolate
and warm hands.

The sudden storm dropped
an icy blanket
over the city’s shoulders,
waited for its arteries to slow,
and sealed the frozen life
in a box of snow.


Linda Armstrong of Notes From a Virtual Easel left this poem in the comments.

Still
so still
all muffled
buried
overwhelmed
All motionless
suspended
breathless
under the
veiled
solstice moon.
The years
fall away
on either
side, and for a moment,
all is
still.

© 2010 Linda Armstrong


Jane Yolen left this poem in the comments.

Much snow?
No go.


Elaine Magliaro of Wild Rose Reader shares a number of original winter poems.


Jone (MsMac) of Check It Out is sharing two snow poems.


Liz Korba of Correspondence.org left this poem in the comments. She's expecting more snow too!
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I'm sharing a fib this week.
Snow
day
Ready?
Steady now
Exhilarating
breathless race to the end - Again!
It's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the results.

2 comments:

  1. These are some great poems. I especially like Jane Yolen's. It's short and to the point. And true. We got 6 inches of snow and I stayed home for 4 days. I'm hoping to write my own snow poem this evening. Sigh...there's never enough time for all the things I want to do!

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  2. I love reading all the different forms of the stretch. Love your fib poem. I hope you are enjoying the white wonderland.

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