Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Word List Wednesday #2

This week I challenged myself with some words taken from the poem Demographics written by Catherine Bowman as it appeared in Best American Poetry 1994.

Word List:

licking
November
palms
wallow
lips
noon
city-shift
underground
glare
river
cedar
hips
yellow
counter-currents


I was inspired by the snowy weather here in Eastern Kentucky.  We were gifted with an early snowfall this morning.  It actually is the first real snowfall of the year, which accumulated in several inches.





Breath on Snow

The snow is a city-shift,
Bare branches of cedars
And elms spread the landscapes
Wide like two empty palms
Awaiting to be filled with
The licking swipe of
Inner-tubes and make-shift
Snowboards made from
Summer’s last wood.
The air feels like a late
November noon in
Some other lifetime
Of myself as a child.
I watch the river play
Its hollow song against the
Late afternoon sun, yellow
Glare whose warmth touches no one.
I wallow in the ambient
Emptiness of an early-morning
Snowfall, all swaying hips
And lips too full of cold for words.
And I can’t help but feel
Someone else standing inside
The quiet beside me, an
Underground counter-current,
All warm-breath and full-cheeked,
The ghost who stands beside me.

5 comments:

  1. cold white silence brings out the ghosts... this is beautifully written!

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  2. This is beautiful in its own right, and full of atmosphere. I wish you had not chosen to highlight the borrowed words, as it did impede the flow somewhat, for me: at odds with the peace of the poem. I'm sure people can pick them out, if they need to, without that, or simply trust that \they are there.

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  3. Winter can affect us both to be playful and solemn .. An atmosphere of velvet claws.

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  4. Agree with Rosemary about the highlighting, let this poem sing! I am curious about a warm-breathed ghost.

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  5. I really liked this. The shifting perspective was very entertaining, and I liked how it all wrapped up.

    Esp "The air feels like a late
    November noon in
    Some other lifetime
    Of myself as a child."

    I've never been to Kentucky, but I know this. Thanks. Moskowitz

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Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!