10 June 02008 Snapshot Poem

 

       Photo by Bonnie Sue Pinkerton

  

I wake this June morning to storm warnings,
white caps on the mountains, dogs curled warm
against my knees. Even with the dogs, this bed
is too wide, too cold. The sky darkens and snow
falls into the valley. I comfort myself

with cappuccino. Tomorrow is your birthday.
I braid this long hair, which I will cut off soon,
and tie it up with fake pearls. I put on rings,
a silver bracelet, a long-sleeved high-neck
sweater. I wish for blue sky, for a blond

streak of sun to melt this snow. I wish
for summer flowers, for years and seasons
to fall away, for limber, painless youth. My hair
will grow back grey. The garden will bloom,
soon. Storms will come, storms will go.

  

Comments

[Cindy]

Nice!

[Cathy]

Wonderful and melancholy poem.

I saw on the news that Montana got snow yesterday. Was hoping it spare you, guess not.

[Jannie]

Whoever once wrote somewhere that posting poems on the Net was like taking a long walk off a short pier (or something like that and please forgive me, y'all, as I am way off on the quote,) is just an old sourpuss.

How could we be kept from writing as beautiful as this? How could Sharon be dissuaded from sharing about cutting her hair and fake pearls and longing for limber painless youth and all this gorgeous stuff?

BTW, Sharon, you would not believe the heat we are already having here in Texas. I'd rather be where you are. And think! You still have all that snowmelt and those spring flowers to look forward to, while we'll still be broiling here.

Thank you for the gift of your poetry
--Jannie

[paisley]

i do so wish to go back.. i am so not amused with the whole aging process,, and feel ever so slighted to have to take part... i think this is the first time in my whole life i have literally been forced to do something i do not want to do.. and let me just say,, it isn't going down well.....

[Dick]

Sad but lovely, Sharon. I know this territory!

[Daryl James]

I love the way the flow fits into the form. Shaping the words makes all the difference in my humble mind.