Poetry Seed - Winter Wind
>> Saturday, December 5, 2009
Because, hey, I don't have any questions (and Jeff mentioned the top ten inventions of all time, but how to choose?). So, for entertainment value, I thought I'd start a poem and see if someone else wants to add their bit. One rule - try to keep with the same rhyme/rhythm scheme. 'Cause I'm OCD that way.
Listen to the winter wind, that blows along the lane,
Reminding me of wishful thoughts that I had dreamed in vain:
Adventures I would never have, loves that came to naught,
Knowing how to do things that I was never taught.
The wind, it sings of might-have-beens, of paths I never tread,
Of sports I never learned to play and teams I never led
It sings of lost potential and things I'd never do.
Listen to the winter wind and what it means to you...
this was the first thing that came to mind - it is NOT an addition, it is a reaction. Sometimes I react in poetry LOL Talley Ho!
Of what-have-beens
and could-have-beens
And do I really care?
For now is all that matters,
Now is all that I hold dear.
Seems like a perfectly reasonable reaction to me.
Love the beginning. Here's my attempt:
The cold wind blows into my eyes and chill upon my face,
It prickles on my neck like itchy, too-starched, stiffened lace
Until a note of something else, a softly whispered word
Slips in my mind, a tender name of something I move toward.
Some memories are lost, and many opportunities
Have flown like snowflakes do from wintry clouds as droplets freeze,
But I have met new goals, and found new friends, and built a love,
Creating more within my little world than I know of.
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