A workshop assignment, a triolet about winter weather. I've done two. The first is for fun; the second, more serious.
MY HAT!
Breeze sends my hat sailing through air.
I race behind, sliding on ice.
Wintry weather messes my hair.
Breeze sends my hat sailing through air.
Snow falls come, don't know what to wear.
No way to be warm and still look nice.
Breeze sends my hat sailing through air.
I race behind, sliding on ice.
TWO BY TWO
Snowflakes streaming two by two
in perfect winter conformation.
Devising ice dances anew
Snowflakes streaming two by two.
Waltzing, swirls, pirouettes, too.
Wintry dance transformation.
Snowflakes streaming two by two
in perfect winter conformation.
I love winter. I love your poems. I have a daughter named, Joëlle. She's known as "Jo." I have to admit that's what caught my attention here. But I'm glad it did because I enjoyed these poems. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Love and peace,
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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I'm shivering.....
Regis
I liked them both, much thanks to you.
Connie
Also like the image of two-by-two snowflakes dancing and prancing - a delightful ballet through the air...
Good ones, JO!
Micke
Rusty
OOOO the second i dreamt i was floating on a snowflake last night.
Prolly been watching fantasia too much...
Superb craftmanship, but you teach will still find fault..lol