A thought rises from the dust
Emotion colors the motion
Inspiration swirls into specks
Of ideas rushing, curling,
Twisting together
Colliding into new notions.
White flurries blow
Toward the inky black sky.
In turn the black ink
Fills glaring paper.
Tiny typing fingers
Bypass the storm outside
Instead, they give voice to
The brainstorm blossoming within.
Welcome one and all
To a winter's season of writing!
Bear Down
ReplyDeleteSet a foot outside if you dare
How many layers
Will prepare
Your body for
The Vortex
How can it be
Another January
In a frozen tundra
Called the Midwest
Where can one go
To escape the absence of snow
To simply avoid
Temperatures below negative five?
What will become
Of moods without sun
Kids who can’t run
And pavement undone?
Hopefully soon
The vortex will be
A faint memory
Something we all survived
And joke about when
We are not vitamin D deprived.
Susan Preston
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ReplyDeleteKINSHIP WRITING
ReplyDeleteOde to Fire: by Susan
It seems like not long ago
I was covered in snow
Now I feel the warm glow of fire
It once held a leaf
Now a much tastier treat
I drool with disbelief at the fire.
Twig: by Vera
Start as a sapling
Wonderful life
Memories of running feet
Passing me by
The steps move closer
Rip, crack
Snap
KINSHIP WRITING-- FIRE
ReplyDelete1.
by Dana
Like a Moth to a Flame
They told me to stay away
They warned me
of the danger
of getting too close
But how could I resist
the temptation
the illumination
Its grasp unbreakable
The consequences irreversible
Too late
2.
by Sarah
Which part of the brain is drawn to heat?
Everyone loves to bemoan the hubris of Icarus,
but only hindsight is 20/20.
If it had turned out for him like for the Wright brothers or Amelia Earhart,
we'd call it inconsummate determination.
KINSHIP WRITING - Fire
ReplyDeleteby Christina
She's determined,
Her mind is set.
Doing everything to
avoid regret.
She was so close to it
ending; losing everything,
but now she sees her
chance and her soul
is awakening.
Inside her, there's a fire
a thirst, a need to inspire.
A chance to show she was made to do this.
Hear her roar, hear her hiss.
Attention class, focus more!
Turn to page 364
A Response
by Susan
Page 364?
Oh the horror!
How to inspire,
when studying the
Great Chicago Fire!
"Fire! Fire!" they avow,
Stupid Cow,
Look what you've done now!
How can we make this right?
I know, quarter-pounders tonight!
FIRE--Kinship Poetry
ReplyDeletePoem 1:
1.
Match and wick, quick.
2.
Flint and steel
Strike sparks onto strands of wool,
Which glow and turn black.
3.
Boy Scout rule: only one match.
So make a pyramid:
Thicker sticks
Twigs twigs
dry leaves
thicker sticks
and hope.
4.
A lighter and a log will not work.
Author: Sarah L.
Poem 2:
You only have one match,
to light it up, to let it catch.
No matter how much air you blow,
no matter how much dry twigs you throw.
It’s all too wet, so very damp,
and you still have to hurry and set up camp!
Hiss!
W h o o s h!
Sizzle.
Oh darn. No luck.
Guess I’ll have to sleep in my truck.
Author: Christina D.
Do You Know Where You’re Going?
ReplyDeleteSitting on a subway train
Your stop is 52nd Street
Do you know where you’re going?
Left at the light
Then your first left-hand turn
Do you know where you’re going?
Bought a one way ticket
Now you’re on the plane
Do you know where you’re going?
Move your whole life
Away from what is real
Do you know where you’re going?
By: Vera Schneider