Thaw
One morning in a February thaw,
I chanced to stroll a sunny campus path
together with my colleague in the law,
enjoying a reprieve from winter's wrath.
The borders glowed unnaturally green,
for Sol had carried all the snow away;
the stratus clouds were nowhere to be seen,
bewildered by his mild and gracious ray.
The lovely earth had shaken off her shroud,
and though untimely, still the warming soil
encouraged both the lowly and t
You are really, really kind in your response. 'The blue chair' is certainly a grief and sadness observed. The prompts sometimes help - quite often, they do - and sometimes I do something else. I enjoy the fun of trying new forms or reacquainting myself with old ones. I am glad you found something appealing in these.
Thanks for the help on the typo! Add that to my list of mistakes. But more thanks for reading these, and for your comments, which I find immensely encouraging. The prompts are such fun, that I sometimes feel guilty if I think of something different!
April 1
To start
over again
means tentative gestures,
held-breath adventures to be sure
you're safe;
wary,
we will circle one another,
joyous in our pairing,
knowing a start
will end.
April 2
Truth stands fixed, feet planted squarely,
courteous with each welcome guest,
treating all attendees fairly;
Slim Desire in silk jacket dressed,
seductively sips fine Chardonnay,
better to leave t
Of course, I loved Circular Reasoning, as it is a rare bivariate poem. I am entranced by both 'careful' inspirations, as they are quite marvelous characterizations. Uninspired and Happy Place display your elegant and careful use of words. Masterfully done.
A mention of Sibelius turns my ear to Hugo Alfven, a Swede, and one of my favorite composers. This tune is very well known, and provides me with much that appeals to me. I can whistle pretty well, and I enjoy a solid tune I can take along with me as I walk to work. Alfven's Swedish Rhapsody no. 1 has an infectious first theme that never quite leaves my head, even as the harmonies and music get increasingly complex.
I love the ending to this chapter, as it is so very true. Maturing seniors are so often walking human contradictions. No wonder parents go crazy trying to figure them out. And for the record, I still have my Legos.
Just when Scott finally hoped the storm clouds were beyond the horizon, too. He certainly is in a jam, now. If there were bumps in the road, they just turned into man-eating potholes. Thanks for continuing to read then story!
This chapter made me feel warmth, welcome and happiness. Whatever liam may discern later on, he knows he has his surrogate family as a foundation. You write this with such depth and convincing feeling. A very lovely chapter.
You are full of questions! I regret that I cannot answer any of them, alas. I can only say that there may be answers in the future. But your thoughts are gratifying to me in that you are thinking hard about the story, and for that I am exceedingly grateful. Many, many thanks!