Published on
January 10, 2009 in
Poetry and Writing.
Tags: bed, blackbirds, cage, cold, frost, haiku, lion, mane, old, pillows, Poetry, sleep, slippers, treetops, winter, Writing.
She shuffles around the room in her slippers. As I wake, she glances over at me. I’m sprawled out in the bed like a magnificent stretched lion, wearing all of the pillows as my mane. She tells me it’s cold outside, which doesn’t really surprise me. It’s winter. I’m not really clear in the head as she mentions the frost. Her words take a few minutes to register, slowly worming their way through the silky filter of sleep. I lift my heavy head. It’s like a rusted iron cage in the morning, which always scares me. Is this what it is like to be old and senile? Will my head be this heavy and dull? As I look out the window, my worries scatter and the moment seizes me.
weak dawn –
the frosted treetops stirred
by hungry blackbirds
Empty Coffee Shop
by M.J. Adams
empty coffee shop
winter’s dim light reaching through
the frosty window
I decided to write a poem of my own accord, since I haven’t really been getting any suggestions for my Poetry Challenge. It snowed a bit last night and some on and off today and so I wrote a poem about it. It’s an iambic pentameter poem with a rhyme pattern of ababcdcdefef and I tried playing with alternating feminine/masculine endings. I hope it works for you.
For those who aren’t into poetry and don’t know, iambic verse is read in a sort of ti-tum-ti-tum way. In this case I’d given the odd numbered verses feminine endings (start on ti and end on ti) and the even numbered verses masculine endings (start on ti and end on tum) so if you read it out loud and don’t go too quickly, you should be able to pick up the flow.
It Snowed Today
by M.J. Adams
It snowed today, but not enough to move me
The ground is barely dusted with a hint
Of white, like some depressing winter movie
The traffic builds and dulls the new year’s glint
It snowed today, with quiet and calm, so softly,
And trepidation learned from summer’s wrath
A sudden wind gives all to try to loft me
I leave the road and find a sheltered path
It snowed today, with ice and wind to follow
Alone I walk in search of something true
Though I can’t find the sun, the light, Apollo,
Much more I find arriving home to you