Winterland for Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings posts: This week, tell us a story about wintertime. What's winter like where you live? What's the harshest winter you've ever endured? Like it, love it, hate it? (Or, you can write about "A Winter's Tale" by Shakespeare if the mood strikes you!)

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Winter? No thanks.
It wouldn't be so bad if it were warm and sunny.
If trees didn't fall from the weight of snow and ice.
The beauty of winter is a paradox that comes once a year and often stays for three seasons.

Winterland

Winter wet
froze hard upon the trees
a fairyland even Disney
could not replicate.
Cracking smashing limbs
glistened as they fell
reflections shot the dusk
before the day was done.
Colors of Joseph’s coat
on tails of wintry light
ricocheted thru town
to spread a magic mantle
upon the ice-clad ground.


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poems and digital photos

Tacoma Bridge of Light

as dawn scumbles the night
universal colors rise
worked by heat, blown by pipe
Chihuly's artistry of bold

a thousand dyes blend
waxy strands of primaries
hug rounds of gossamer glass
Chihuly's artistry of bold

a thousand scrambled facets
low empty bowls upended
akin to jellyfish suspended
Chihuly's artistry of bold

like Bellagio's decor
kaleidoscopes of gold
cast glitter on the floor
Chihuly's artistry of bold




Fractal created in Fractal Explorer by Sue.

Glass has fascinated me for eons, or maybe a little less than that. Dale Chihuly is one of my favorite artisans - it amazes me to watch glassblowers work from his rapidly sketched charcoal lines to create a diaphonous and exquisitely colored object. Follow the link if you'd like to see art of Chihuly.


Totally Optional Prompt: And what is a kyrielle? Briefly, a poem made up of four-line stanzas (any number of such stanzas) where the last line of each stanza is the same. Suggestion: write a free-verse kyrielle that retains the four-line stanza structure and the repetition.

fractals

Amanita Phalloides

Thankful that she felt no fury and harbored only a flicker of guilt, Lisbon recited affirmations for a rich and single life while she stirred a second measure of finely ground Amanita Phalloides into her philandering husband's Metamucil.



A stab at a story in a sentence, this is Post #500 on my blog. Watercolor sketch by Sue.

From prompt words, thankful, fury and guilt posted today by ThomG, Surface Tension on Three Word Wednesday.

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poetry watercolor

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Childhood Memories in Senryu

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hoarded rocks
tumbled in a can
sparkling gems

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Sky King
seeps through pin and quartz
crystal radio

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paper rolls of songs
respite from chopsticks and scales
player piano

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One Single Impression posts: Childhood Memories Prompt courtesy of Geraldine at Poetic Path


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