Oh i can not write a poem.
I am much too much awake.
Maybe you have to be a dreamer or so,
but how do i dream,
bursting wide open?
I just like to write about this weather here.
That's all.
A gigantic Storm
washes over me
Big Booms make me fly franticly for cover
Strikes light up the scary sky
It's not a storm of sadness
It's sheer madness!
lightning, thunder,
sheets of rain
Oh I wish.
Oh I wish,
spring would come this way.
reality is:
It's dark and still outside, only ice and snow...
Waking up this morning it is still -30 C below weather here in Mendenhall.
What do you do?
4 comments:
Many people yearn to not write poetry like you do not :)
You are a mistress of the word,
A catcher of spring in the middle of winter.
At thirty below you are still blood warm in your heart.
What do I do? I am sitting behind the window, looking at my computer screen :-) and loving to read your poems and your experiences in the snow, looking at the sky.
A big hug from the Netherlands!
Wonderful, Jozien. "Much too much awake". I am having moments like that these days...if only words would dance from my fingers the way they dance from yours! -30 C? Ouch! Yesterday it was raining here and then turned to snow. But the light has changed...longer afternoons. Spring is coming.
What do you do? Oh, keep writing and sharing. I love this poem!
I have a cup of tea under a blanket and hide from everything and everyone in a book :)
But you are strong, you'll get through the storms and spring will get here before you know it
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