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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

3WW Poem and Photo

3WW Prompt for this day: care, unexpected, weekend.

an unexpected squall
stormed from the south
screamed past local dopplers
brought ice to our weekend

sassy plovers chilled
feathers flipped forward
exposed goose-bumped skin

crows, too mean to care,
cawed harsh ridicule
before wintry weather retreated
leaving Sunday far behind

Digital Photo. I like this photo but don't know why.
Other digital photos at my gallery on Better Photo


paisley said...

we had a cold snap,, and then summer like weather this week.. need a fire int he morning ans the windows open after noon... just can never tell...
lovely write....

Shephard said...

My favorite line is "sassy plovers chilled" ... they are sassy, aren't they. lol
Really evocative as always. Sharp word-crafting.

Anonymous said...

Oh, lovely images in this one. I especially enjoy the second stanza. Very nice work!

Anonymous said...

I love the last stanza. It says so much.

Pen said...

Very ice. I just love your poetry. :o)

TC said...

crows, too mean to care,

They are kind of evil, aren't they?? Nicely done.

Beau Brackish said...

Poor birds. They never saw it coming. Except the crows. I have no empathy for those moody bastards.

Lovely poem!

Anonymous said...

Signs of winter is upon us too!! And fall has just begun at my end...lovely poem, I loved the digital pic too...thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

You've always have such a unique way of using words especially words I rarely heard of. But that's probably me as I still need to learn.

Great poem.

Bone said...

I like how you personified the crows :)

Seems a lot of people were inspired by the weather this week.

Mad Kane said...

Excellent use of that prompt! I especially liked this:

"crows, too mean to care,
cawed harsh ridicule"

Mad Kane

Truefaith1963 said...

Like most people, I loved the crows!! We are over-run with them here. Great poem.

poefusion said...

I loved this poem especially the second stanza. With all this talk of crows it reminds me of my youth. My mammaw and pappaw had a pet crow once. Everytime my mom would come up to their house it could see through the sheer curtains from his room. Perched upon the dresser top he would say "Oh No! Here comes that Rose again." My pappaw taught him to say that. He could say other things too but,I don't remember them now. Just thought you might like to hear that. Keep up the good work.

Have a nice day.

Anonymous said...

The second stanza is so very good.