It's a white-out
and suddenly all hands
go to ground
piles of flakes in the palms
get rolling
pushed around
till rounder
the snow becomes
ice cold, hard-muscled
against one more push
over.
Work. . . play. . .
building men:
They all take a mother's time.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
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Today at One Stop Poetry, Moondustwriter (a.k.a. Leslie Moon) issued a music poetry prompt, with a call for submissions inspired by one of two George Winston compositions: "December" or "The Snowman, Walking in the Air". I chose to write while listening to "The Snowman".
Go here to read about the prompt, listen to the musical selections, find links to other contributors' poems, or offer a poem of your own.
We had snow today here in the Washington area, so the prompt could not have been more timely. Thank you, Leslie!
Oh I like this one, Maureen! Very, very much!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Maureen--pure and spontaneous. I cheated a little-- I'm already awash in the classical music of the season and had been working on something...xxxxj
ReplyDelete"They all take a mother's time." This resonates with me, deeply. Thank you for it!!
ReplyDeleteLovely - I remember the days of building snowmen brrr
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing a prompt
I love George Winston and it was the first time I had heard The Snowman - fell in love with it
building men ... it does take a mother's time ... time well spent
ReplyDeletebuilding snowmen
ReplyDeleteand building men
very time
consuming
and will melt
your heart
Beautiful Maureen!
ReplyDeleteVery very nice!
ReplyDeleteAnd filled with rich imagery -- just like your All Art Friday!
Thanks my friend.
Louise
sharp, penetrating, poignant
ReplyDeleteI think of all those moments spent with the children and at the time, I couldn't imagine there would be an end to the care-taking. But now they are such sweet memories. Your poem reflects this nicely.
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