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Winter on The Prairie

Sometimes,
on the frozen edges of old night,
I sit upon the back-door steps,
flakes of snow still wandering through
the yellow glow of back-porch light,
and in the frost-breathed dark,
dusted by a swath of watchful stars
crowding close around the house,
I hear winter's whispering wind
through the leafless snowbound oaks,
and it brings back memories of the sea
a thousand miles of lifetime away.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is an attempt to re-write the only poem I didn't save from the old site.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne, T.S. Eliot, Serendipity, Emily Dickenson, Kailashana, Charles Bukowski, Kabir, Rett, Dalton, W. B. Yeats, William Blake, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other Neopoet poets; Neopoet has heavily influenced my poetry and my ability to write it well.

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Comments

weirdelf

weirdelf

12 years 7 months ago

A most potent juxtaposition

But I guess I had to be there.

Maybe not. The smell of cheap teacher's tea, cigarettes, books and teacher sweat still invokes my first love. We were both often standing outside the teachers staffroom for... well, in modern terms "sexually inappropriate behaviour". We were 10. [grins]

S

scribbler

12 years 7 months ago

Hi Jim

You capture it all perfectly..............wish I lived where one could see stars while it snowed....................stan

Race_9togo

Race_9togo

12 years 7 months ago

LOL Hi Stan

Where I live we have lake effect snow, where the warm moist air from Lake Michigan gets pushed inland, and the sudden drop in temperature makes it snow like hell. One minute there's complete cloud cover and blizzard conditions,then in the next, when the wind shifts, you can see the stars. We often get conditions where the snow is blowing in from the North, but the sky above is clear.
If you're on the street you can actually see it, a curtain of white that moves back and forth across the dark street; one side clear, the other a whiteout.

Glad you liked this one.

S

scribbler

12 years 7 months ago

Hi

Should have known better than to think it was a mistake lol. I reckon if a type of weather is possible it exists Somewhere..................stan

Seren

Seren

12 years 7 months ago

Dear Jim

You took me there sitting on the back doorstep, something I do quite often here ... I would love to sit in the winter and feel the atmosphere you describe so well :)

nicely done bravo

with love JC