I walk the trails tonight
solitarily skirting the shadows
smeared across the last desperate
remnants of winter clinging
along the edges of the woods.
The traces of trees and setting sun
carve dusky blue, cobalt grey
hollows into smooth snowbanks
crunching heartily under each step.
Every crisp footfall echoes
back a sharp reminder
of the coldness outside
and the long walk back
to the coldness within.
whimsy~mimsy 
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:22:37
A sonnet! Mims! I’m… shocked!
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Lovely write!
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:34:21
Haha – well…I had to look. Not QUITE a sonnet – the line counts are right but not rhyming or meter. 🙂 Wanna count it anyway?
Thank you. 🙂 from you it means a lot.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 09:34:53
rhyming’s for whimps – and metre’s just a poet’s way to pretend they’re a musician…
Mar 24, 2013 @ 10:49:58
Haha. I love that. You should post it on your site.
So then your sonnets are …..
Mar 24, 2013 @ 18:37:27
pseudo sonnets… my favourite is three haiku and a tanka… done that set a few times I think… no rhyme – no metre
Mar 24, 2013 @ 18:39:16
🙂 I’ve been playing with haiku sonnets…which is exactly what you just said.
I like the thought of pseudo sonnets. I just sound like Dr. Suess when I try to rhyme. LOL
Mar 24, 2013 @ 18:45:49
I found a chain od Seussaphonics we did one new years at Dave’s place – very funny – and great fun…
I would not could not eat raw fish
I would not eat it in a dish
I would not eat it here or there
I would not eat it anywhere
No octopus with suction cups
No caviar in squid roll ups
I would not eat the guts of snails
I would not eat the blubber whales
I cannot stomach all this goo
I would not could not ever chew
The greenish ooze within the shell
Looks like oyster snot from hell
The stench is more than I can bear
Please get that crap away from here
I do not like this sushi mess
I do not like it I confess
No little eyes to stare at me
Exotic creatures of the sea
Please respect my one small wish
I could not would not eat raw fish
©2007 NavWorks Press and DE Navarro. All rights reserved.
Fish head soup and boullibaise
With lashings and slashings of blue mayonnaise
Pink ginger root – horse radish boots
wasabe paste is somewhat moot
Aardvark, antelope and aubergine
But for breakfast we’ll eat nothing green
(On the perils of thinking in “Seuss”)
Officer I did not SPEED!
Even though I had the need
The light was not red –
T’was surely green
Or a secondary colour in between
All right – get out of the car!
Touch your nose
You must be drunk – at least I propose
To make you walk a long straight line
And even passing, issue fine
For Seuss abuse if nothing more
A night in stir’s for you in store…
Posted by SOMA on Friday, December 14, 2007
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continental breakfast of champions
The pantry is full & I mean each shelf;
CIA Factbook- this shit writes itself:
copper fruit fish products paper & pulp
lead zinc bananas uranium…gulp
sunflower seeds lemons soybeans & grapes
corn wheat tobacco & livestocked landscapes
manganese pineapples cheap labor rice
tin petrochemicals sugar & spice
offshore assembly footwear & textiles
bauxite petroleum timber for miles
cut flowers palm oil cocoa phosphates
electronic components client states
lobster shrimp peanuts transport equipment
coffee & a canal to aid shipment
untapped potential of arable lands
emeralds gold silver citrus che’s hands
Posted by jim d. deuchars on Friday, December 14, 2007 at 01:49
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How many words
would a bird brain
think
If a bird brain
could think words
Tamara Hawkins (c)
Posted by Sweet*T*Redefined on Friday, December 14, 2007 at 03:22
Where’s my food? There’s my food!
Where’s my girl friend? There’s my girlfriend!
Is that the sun? I better crow!
Ooo – there’s a fox! I better GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Soma on Friday, December 14, 2007 at 08:27
LMAO…I read this twice and got a very funny play in words here. Rooster…man…what is the difference? LOL
Posted by Joan on Friday, December 14, 2007 at 15:22
The difference is – of course and shame on you for not picking this up
“Honey – where’s the remote – oh – there’s the remote”
Posted by Soma on December 14, 2007 at 16:07
2007
Mar 24, 2013 @ 21:49:34
haha 🙂 that’s back when I first started writing, or soon after I started on there. 🙂 wow – forEVER ago.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:24:41
Wonderful imagery…you brought back memories of winters I have known at two levels.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:36:37
🙂 The winter outside won’t leave this year…and sometimes the winter inside lasts all year long. You know?
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:33:54
hot chocolate ?
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:37:10
DEFINITELY! Made with milk and a little whipped cream 🙂
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:48:15
Oh, this is wonderful–I love the sound of the second line. So well done.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:53:32
🙂 thank you – i LOVE alliteration lol .. just can’t help myself.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:54:21
You weave it so well, I think it loves you too!
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:03:08
makes me want to dance or read “The witch, the Lion and the Wardrobe.”
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:04:42
🙂 both?
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:07:33
ohh probably both 🙂
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:13:33
“dusky blue, cobalt grey hollows into smooth snowbanks” I forget how blue snow shadows look, Very nice reminder.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:15:49
🙂 thank you! I was trying hard to get the tone right – how cold they look, how the shadows make fake hollows… 🙂
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:18:36
Lovely. Beautifully crafted poem.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:30:14
🙂 thank you!
Mar 24, 2013 @ 11:47:43
the coldness within – sounds a lonely place to return to – I hope the solitary feeling can warm with time
Mar 24, 2013 @ 13:51:22
🙂 thank you for your warm thoughts!
Mar 24, 2013 @ 14:06:06
It’s my pleasure – I love your writing – it really is wonderful to see a short string of words being crafted so beautifully. Thanks for stopping by my part of the world too!
Mar 24, 2013 @ 15:27:05
🙂 Thank you – and I love seeing what you capture. Its my virtual tour.
I have other friends in Australia, but they don’t post pictures and history like you 🙂
Mar 25, 2013 @ 05:08:28
Thanks WM- I’ve been away from Australia for many years and I think when you come ‘home’ you see things you might once have been a little blasé about as being very special and valuable – so I love retaking trips to these places and really appreciating them.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 15:36:32
coldness without
as cold within
slices snow’s shout
and mars as sin.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 15:48:45
OH my…you got right to the heart of it, Eric.
Mar 24, 2013 @ 16:20:52
if we could truly probe that deeply… we would be more than poets; we would be cardiologists… 😉
Mar 24, 2013 @ 16:27:21
hahahaha 🙂 true.
Mar 29, 2013 @ 05:41:34
oh simply beautiful
Mar 29, 2013 @ 14:09:23
Thank you!!