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Post by anirbas on Dec 10, 2006 19:17:35 GMT -6
snick...
snick...snick...
plick...
plick...plick...
snick...
snick...snickety...
plick...plick...plick...
sleet storm song...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 10, 2006 19:25:40 GMT -6
silver day
with pewter
undertones
liquidic platinum
drizzles fitfully
from smeared
and smudged
skies
fog drifts in wafts
of earth clouds
thinly veiling
the landscape
in delicate
streaming drafts
of gossamer
white gold
threads
and I
at the window
wide eyed
at the elegant
beauty of it all
adoring
Nature's
painting
a study
in shades
of gray
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 12, 2006 7:25:17 GMT -6
very onomatopoeic Empruss  BBB |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 12, 2006 21:12:18 GMT -6
Thank ya kindly, Chief.
~*~
Shiver of a sleet storm one day...
Accompanied by intermittant
freezing rain which isn't the same thing
as sleet or hail, for that matter...
Black ice glazing bridges
and overpasses
with a lethal,
now you see it,
now you don't shine...
Two days after that...
Chill haunted and fog frosted,
with drizzles of celestial tears
from the faces of the ones,
the old Ancestors--
the Native Americans,
called the cloud people...
Today, might as well be mid-April...
So tempurate, the honey bees
and the lady bugs woke up
and flew willy nilly through the house
from the open backdoor...
High afternoon temperature
of seventy-four...
Schizophrenic
weather such as this...
Only one place,
a month
like this
could
happen...
Must be...
December in *****?
~*~
ggglgggl...guess the state in question
and receive one large tub of hot air
as your consolation prize!
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Post by magpie on Dec 13, 2006 19:49:19 GMT -6
Great stuff Sabrina, loved the second one... don't get sleet here so find it all very interesting...
passing on the quiz as I've already got plenty of hot air downunder - lately i keep wondering if i could fit in the fridge... hee hee...
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Post by bichsa on Dec 14, 2006 10:10:55 GMT -6
great as always miss sabrina,I only hope the sleet takes a rest up here in the northeast,doubt it though.great imagery,peace ,Cheryl
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2006 9:40:15 GMT -6
ggglgggl, Mags...let me know if putting it, hot air, in the freezer worked... as if it does, i have loads of it around me i'd like to through in the fridge, to chill... sleet in the northeast, Cheryl? learn something new, everyday...i didn't think, ya'll got sleet up there...i thought just the southern and western states, got sleet...and the northeast got all that loverly snow in drifts and piles, we don't get down here...i've been up north once, to Penn state...the snow was...was...downright fairytalic to me...we just don't get that stuff here... mostly freezing rain and or sleet...usually, it just gets cold and rains... interspersed, with days that feel like spring... thanks for comments, ladies! Merry Christmas! Sabrina.  |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2006 9:54:57 GMT -6
snowflakes, voiceless...
mute, within all their many facets...
drift in thin veils without a sound...
to be dashed without screaming to the ground...
trees stripped to their roughhewn flesh...
no longer robed in stately green...
mourn the loss of turning leaves...
unable to outrun the chill, rooted to the spot...
woodbore, twists and writhens...
invisible, tunneling runnels beneathe
winter exposed arboreal skin...
content to eat, not sleep it's way through the season...
spring to come, revealing it's more than one victim...
as trees, robbed of their energy, start to fall...
but, unlike the snowflake, screamless in it's death...
they shall land with an angst riddled roar and crash...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2006 22:06:49 GMT -6
an aurical, tactile carpet of crackly colors
fallen leaves from the ash, pistache and mimosa
spread across the front lawn like a crazy quilt
in beige, cinnamon, fawn, saffron and sepia.
dotted with splashes of burgundy, claret,
plum and vermillion...no finer aubusson
was ever woven than that thrown
by nature herself over
the st. augustine
floor of my yard...
walking round about,
i am first tempted,
then can no longer
resist the urge,
to make a leaf
angel...furtively
i look about...
making sure
not a single
neighbor
is out...
satisfied,
i'm reasonably
alone, i drop
to the ground,
into the crack,
crack, crackle
of sound,
quickly
scissoring
my arms and legs
through the loose leaves...
and suddenly, i'm giggling like a kid,
scrambling up, carefully as i can,
so as not to mar the impression
of the green robed angel
gracing my front lawn...
touched in the head
or touched by an angel
for the first time in a long while,
i feel light and free as a feather,
let loose from the wing of a celestial creature...
however, i'm not alone...
the dog next door
has witnessed
my impromptu,
spur of the moment
actions...sitting
on his fat haunches,
pink tongue lolling,
he appears to be laughing
at me...or perhaps, instead,
laughing with me...wishing
he could make a leaf angel, too...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 13, 2007 15:17:42 GMT -6
water on the cusp
of transmorgriphication
into something more, hangs in thick glimmers
and spangles from the leaf barren
branches of the ash, elm, oak
and pistache trees;
graces power lines
in shimmers and sparkles
of liquidic stars;
coats entire cars
with a pave' sheen.
~*~
the trees stand silent, unobtrusive...
thrusting leafless branches to the platinum skies...
no sound save that of the windchimes dancing
beneathe the shiver inducing touch of the frigid wind...
and me, exhaling cigarette smoke that seems to form
a question mark in the air, mimicing my thoughts...
before disappearing, like my own mental queries...
without answers or resolutions into the ether...
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 1:23:20 GMT -6
brown sparrow calling
into the stilled atmosphere
fluttering amongst twigs
and grasses
watching, stalking
bugs flying into the air
flight of the bee
buzzes past
a rhythm of nature
felt within me
from all the way -
over here
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 12:05:46 GMT -6
it's summer, there, yes? sparrows, thrushes and a few finches are about all we have left around here, in winter...an occasional cardinal...no bugs for them to catch right now...all underground sleeping or burrowed away in the skins of the trees, hibernating... and those that aren't, are frozen right now... not a bird or bug in line of sight, anywhere... just ice and water on the cusp of turning to ice... the occasional car or truck crawling down the farm to market highway, of any human stupid enough, or needy enough to drive in this mess...most churches closed for the morning... it's sunday to your midnight of Monday, there... and even if mini-me's school doesn't close tomorrow... she's not going anywhere, because Mummykins, her new word for me, isn't going anywhere in this mess...bleak weather in Nirland... but, the ice makes it all glitter like fairyland when you look out the window at the scenery...and in a few days...magic, again... it'll be close to seventy degrees, like it was on Friday...until it wasn't...ggglgggl... |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 12:08:23 GMT -6
oh...oh...before I go...what I meant to say before I feel into mental ramblement, Soul...
was thanks for sharing a gem of an offering in this thread...gotta run a second...Nirland
is transporting me...beaming me from the halls of poetry back to the planet of reality...LOL...
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 22:39:18 GMT -6
my pleasure, i was stuck for words to express how much i enjoy your offerings in this thread, so thought i would offer my own humble piece.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 23:38:11 GMT -6
Thank you! I adore others poetical offerings and am honored and humbled when they are spread as unexpected, beautiful gems amongst the rough threads of my own thought spasms... And having said that...It's *FLIPPING* c-c-c-c-c-c-brrr-cold in Nirland... Guess I should have asked one of our beloved Canadian inhabitants, within the 'Seasons alternate habitat...to close the freezer door up there in Canadaland, before the cold air escaped down here...Just peeked out the door and it's doing it's thing again with the freezing rain...Nature getting down and creative with her funky self...Drat, it's so painfully beautiful outside right now...Everything has been painted in diamonds and the sheen of glass...Even without the glare of sun or the beam of moon, the landscape sparkles and the most mundane objects are stunningly transformed... I keep taking peeks outside from the windows or the door...To cold to do anything else... But, it's all so breathtakingly, stunningly beautiful...Can you say, old girl goes ga-ga over ever facet and mood of Nature...But, I could do without this c-c-c-c-cold... Or the treacherousness of the ice...Most likely, Ivy isn't going to school tomorrow... Yippee! Another day of rooming with a twelve year old with cabin fever! LOL Ooh-la-la! She's driven herself and me up the wall, today! Nir. |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 17, 2007 9:17:12 GMT -6
Alarm clock blaring...
Beyonce' screamsinging,
at full blast volume...
"to the left, to the left"
in my ear...Might as well be saying...
Get up! Get up! It's six o'clock!
Tick-tock, tick-tock, times a wasting
as the old timers are known for saying...
I slap the off button, feet already in freeze mode
just thinking of how cold the floor is going to be...
Slip on my socks and houseshoes...Shuffle
to the kitchen, to pay homage to the coffeemaker...
Flip the television on for the morning news, and discover...
This isn't Texas anymore...It's Michigan or Minnesota...
As finally, finally of snowfall, we have a miraculous quota...
And not just an iota of an inch...We've been blessed
with three inches or more, depending on one's location...
I run to the window and the newsman isn't teasing...
He's not lying...Outside, it's really snowing!!!!!!
I'm agog...Flabbergasted...T-totally delighted...
Snow is a rarity in Texas unless you live in Amarillo
or Abilene or some other place in the panhandle region...
I grab a cup of coffee, curl up next to the computer...
And am thankful this is Texas and not Michigan...
Otherwise, I'd be outside right now...
Shoveling the sidewalks...
Instead of telling you, in this poem...
IT'S SNOWING IN NIRLAND!!!!!!!!
And later today, I'll have snowangels
and a really small snowman in my backyard...
As when mini-me wakes up, she'll want to play in it...
Me, I'm going to stand at the window and watch...
I'm just to old for the cold but not to old
to enjoy the beauty of snow, snow, snow!!!!!!!!
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Post by netfolk on Jan 17, 2007 15:14:00 GMT -6
hey nir I've got some snow over here if ya want it ... I'll send it to you ... you know, so you can enjoy the beauty of it .... argh lol jk ... I liked sound of the first write on this thread, just like the beginning of a sleet storm, the snow hit my Bernardic Balcony about a week ago, I have been inside since. great reads.
peace as always,
Bernie
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Post by anirbas on Jan 17, 2007 17:02:36 GMT -6
thanks, Berns...I was accessing a sleet storm when I wrote it...it has just started sleeting that day and the sounds fascinated me...simple minds thrilled with simple things syndrome or some such rot...and thanks for extra snow...but, my thrill with it has waned as the day wore on...LOL...mini-me has enjoyed it though...and it was a joy to watch her and her dog play in it several times, today...ya'll take care folks and blessed be...Nir
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 18, 2007 4:48:04 GMT -6
All we get here is wind and rain. It's getting more like tierra del fuego everyday  |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 18, 2007 23:05:10 GMT -6
Generally, our winters, are wet with a little sleet, here and there...That's why we go
gaga over a bit of the fluffy stuff, til the new wears off...LOL...I'm sick of winter...
Wish it was just over and done with, period.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 19, 2007 3:13:04 GMT -6
staring forlornly into the distant horizon,
I watch the supple ripples of heat
dance against the tallest of grass blades
wishing for a break from the sun
which relentlessly pours itself
over the land and those
upon it
how I yearn for the
cold sleet of winter
where yard is turned frosty white
and so cold,
that even as the fire burns in
the safe enclosure of it's box
bones ache and children huddle
under blankets
how i wish for the
quiet mornings
where cold seeps inside
until the heat of activity
blasts fiercely against it
staring into the embers of sunset,
where the ghostly outline
of fires, give hazy
expression of one's worst fear
holding breath and counting
those slow,
monotonous numbers
watching the sirens with their
eerie red and amber
highlighted as the pitchy grey
night falls
how I yearn for the cold
stillness of winter
feeling the cold stark wind
blow through the trees
until then,
I am stuck, staring
into the white stung heat
of a summer sky
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