Thursday, December 4, 2008

Poem this morning

While Eating Generic Rice Krispies

The snows have come again
and for a brief moment I am
starring at a blank canvas.
The vehicles parked out in
covered with a blanket
of powder.

the children will begin
their lazy trails - erecting
men of ice.
Nibbling on the snacks
that will become
Listening to the drop/splash
of a melting orchestra

The couple below us
will push their two
into the cold.
The younger immediately will
join the frolic.
The elder
first-born son
will hug the brick -
watching the melt
of the icicles above.
Till one breaks
and falls
into a pillow down white

Un-shattered he
now owns a
crystal dagger - for a time.

I am not set on the title. And I do still want to play around with this - revise it. But I enjoy some of the images. Please Comment


William Michaelian said...

I love the crystal dagger. Seems there’s a haiku lurking here:

Icicles — one breaks
and falls . . . I own a crystal
dagger for a time.

And I like the “snacks that will become emotion.”

S_Allen said...

Thank you so much for the comments.

I'm usually not a winter person myself - but the other day it snowed here in Denver and it really was a beautiful sight. Until it started to melt...