January 8, 2020

Liquidambar styraciflua

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Snow boots near spiky fruits

Seeds far from the capsules by now

Dropped in turds spread by birds

Away from the blades of a plow

Just the shell where it fell

After tumbling from a bough

debris under a tree

But still helping with life somehow

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Invented poetic form

Naturette

8 lines with the following rhyme scheme and (syllable count) about small finds in nature.

AA(6)

B (8)

CC (6)

B (8)

DD (6)

B (8)

EE (6)

B (8)

December 20

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This Rain Shoulda Been Snow

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This rain shoulda been snow

It’s December 20

But it’s sixty degrees

It is disconcerting

I worry for the trees

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This rain shoulda been snow

The creeks rise once again

noisily tumbling

behind the town’s facade

groaning grumbling

*

this rain shoulda been snow

feet accumulating

softly and silently

muting society –

the rains acts violently

*

This rain shoulda been snow

hoping winter gets cold

that the cold hard rains stop

and the snow starts at last

Please send flake over drop

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A Monchielle Stanza

December 17

 

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The Best Things in Life Aren’t Things

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The time has arrived to celebrate

Best time of the year, some disagree

Things like cold, snow and short days dissuade

In fact I will not live without it

Life without winter cannot be great

Aren’t these humid summer months crappy?

Things are best with snowflakes, I’m afraid.

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

November 19

Decisions

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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood

They will converge again with different tales

One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods

One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale

Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood

Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail

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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)

November 17

Autumn Snowfall

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An autumn snowstorm has all the allure

Burgundy and golden leaves fall

With the unique snowflakes

A surprising

Artwork

Berserk

Mesmerizing

Looks like nature’s mistake

Colors mixed with no color at all

A collection of all nature’s grandeur

Consistently proving she’s not a bore

She just can’t help but to enthrall

Puts all the time she takes

Slowly devising

Field work

Fireworks

Emphasizing

The seasonal outbreaks

Bright sun, fall leaves, gray rains, snow squalls

An autumn snowstorm has all the allure.

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(The Balance)

November 16

Pause

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On my morning commute

I stopped at the sign

Fleeting moments captured

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Just like every damn day

But today was different

Translucent, transcendent

*

Just like every damn day

The sky was bright, so was the sign

Seconds stalled to permanence

*

As the frost slipped down

Revealing alarming red

Temporary forever

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(A Line Messaging Poem)

November 15

Snowbirds

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Tracks in the snow let me know where you go

Gray squirrels run in circles throughout the woods

Near feeders the three-toed hops of junco

Woodpeckers pace up and down the ironwoods

Follow the heart-shaped tracks of buck and doe

We’re all leaving tracks through the neighborhood

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(A Sicilian Sestet)