Breaking The News
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Crumbling down to my knees, wet grass
Stains my jeans as tears of shock and distress stain my face.
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(Landay Poem)
Tag: Love
February 9
Long Overdue
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Shoe in my left hand I am applying
polish, thinking fondly of
my dad’s hardworking hands.
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(A Kimo Poem)
February 2
Hell yes! 6 more weeks of winter!
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Wind
Bites cheeks
Nips noses
Pushes riders
Sways lifts, moves snow, tests layers, adds challenge.
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(Another triolet poem)
February 2
Hell yes! 6 more weeks of winter!
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My
Love for
winter days
Is surpassed by
The love for the someone I spend them with.
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(A tetractys poem)
January 31
The Beginning of the End
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He would not tell her what that paper said,
Turning pale after scanning what it read.
“Why won’t you share? What is your fortune?”
She thinks they both need to hear something fun.
Ghostly, glaring he eats the cookie instead.
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He flicks the crumpled slip her way with dread
“A new love is blooming” the fortune read.
Eyes lift up from the words, “what have you done?”
He would not tell her.
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“What have you done?” repeatedly she plead,
Heart and stomach dropping, as if of lead.
Knowing the challenges have just begun,
Knowing this was the ending of their fun,
Knowing the life as she knew it was dead
He would not tell her.
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(A Rondeau Poem)
January 21
Branch Dancer
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My
Love
Is a
Tree climber,
A master with ropes,
A dancer among the branches.
(A Fib(onacci) poem)
January 20
An Afternoon at Elk
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Air is fresh and crisp, a new pair of
Bindings tightened down to ride afternoon
Corduroy and
Diamonds, squares and circles.
Enough space to spread out crowds,
Fallen flakes
Groomed into packed powder.
Hours spent on trails
In our own little worlds of
Jumping or not
Keeping up with each other or not.
Long lifts, longer runs with my hunny,
Midday sun warming bodies, softening snow
Needing to unzip and ventilate between runs
Off with the gloves and onto the lifts
Parting crowds of skiers and riders at the top
Quickly heading to where people are fewer.
Riding, turning, carving
S-turns and speed checks
Tinted goggles and tricky ice patches
Unexpected but not upsetting the flow, the fun.
Vertical of 1000′
Which isn’t a lot but the air is still
Xeric, drying exposed cheeks and chins, chapping lips
Yes we will be back
Zipping, slipping, sliding enjoying riding.
(An alphabet poem)
January 15
11 Months of Flying Time
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Time flies when you have fun they say
And it’s been going in a blink of an eye.
How is it its already 11 months today?
Boy those days sure did fly.
I suppose it’s good that we’ve had our clashes
Our challenges and our brawls
Otherwise the days would have passed as lightening flashes
With barely a moment to enjoy them all.
So here’s to the sad times, may they be scant
Just enough to keep us in line
Reminding us to savor the moments that enchant
And to let the others wither on the vine.
(Photo by CJF (@the021439)
(An attempt at an hourglass poem)
January 11
Comfortable Discomfort
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Going out of my comfort zone
Is not as hard when I’m not alone.
(A couplet – inspired by my adventure on the snow with patient encouraging supportive Carl)
January 9
Sandy Feet
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Bare feet in the sand
Isn’t life grand
Us pair
We walk hand in hand
Exploring the land
We dare
Adventurous man
Intrepid woman
Love rare
(A lai poem)
A Picture and a Poem 