A yellow orb above sparks snow below;
the postal truck left tracks a bit ago.
It’s time to don my boots and go outside;
the clunky ones that force a wider stride.
I’m bundled up a little less than Monday;
the ice agrees and drips from all the eaves.
I’m wary as I parse the glittered veil
for underneath a slipper taunts; a grey
slick garment pads mid-winter’s cold ballet.
Eureka smiles; a card arrived. Ooh! Yay!
Dedicated to the lovely poets and artists in the postcard exchanges.
Ingrid is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Ingrid says:
So, this week, I challenge you to write a poem in iambic pentameter. You can choose either blank verse (in which the pentameter is unrhymed) or a form such as a sonnet or villanelle. Ideally, you will take a walk as you work out the lines: either around your living room, in your garden, or perhaps out in nature.
Tao Talk 
What a lovely trip to fetch the postcard… love how you made poetr y of that short walk.
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Bjorn, thank you. So happy you enjoyed the poem ❤
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I love what you’ve done here Lisa: captured a moment which is so cold, but that critical point at which the ice begins to melt. Love the enjambement and the surprise at the end 🙂 The collage is also very interesting – I am trying to figure out what the figure is at the bottom…
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Thank you, Ingrid for the comment and the feedback. The image was taken from an article on an arctic exploration where I think they were rapeling down into the cracks between the glaciers. I think that thing is a vehicle or a machine of some kind they use.
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Wow, so some kind of snowmobile? Fascinating, thanks!
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Wonderfully written.
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Thank you, Lamittan.
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Welcome more and more, Msjadeli
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you captured the rhythm and the cold, hope the thaw continues! Well done 🙂
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Thank you, Kate. It’s still sunny with dripping from the eaves, so far so good 🙂
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yea!
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beautiful job with your poem Lisa! love the flow and build up!💖
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Thank you, Cindy 🙂
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You’re so welcome!
💖
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Great job my friend! Ok Lisa, you piqued my curiosity — what is the postcard exchange?
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Thank you, Rob! There are two that I know of. One is an annual postcard exchange called the Poetry Postcard Festival and one is a group of bloggers organized by Suzanne who exchange poetry postcards with each other. If you want more info, email me at ms_jade_li@hotmail.com
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Ha! That was so charming….and clever! Enjoyed very much…
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Ain, so happy you were charmed by it, thank you.
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Aside from the description, the narrative was the charm, that fun ending…
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Thanks for taking me on that walk. Your weather seems much like mine. Today, was a bit warmer after all the snow, ice and freezing rain.
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Happy to oblige, Truedessa. It was nice to see the sun shining all day long.
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Another great collage. And you’ve captured the joy of receiving mail. (K)
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🙂 Thank you, Kerfe.
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That yay, i know so well. Our postal services has gone haywire since the pandemic stepped in. I receive a Christmas card in late January and was super happy about it
Happy you dropped by my blog
Much love
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Glad you can relate, but sorry your mail is taking its time. The friend I just had lunch with said she is having troubles also with getting her mail.
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It’s always too get a pleasant surprise in the Mail.
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🙂
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So cute!
❤
David
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Poetry can turn the mundane into magical! Lovely flow, Li. ❤️
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Punam thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed it. ❤
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You are so welcome. 🙂
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Nicely done cause I was walking along with you. (Like the postal truck)
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Yvonne, thank you and nice to have some company on the walk out 🙂
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Very nicely done Lisa. You poem flows very well. Love the chill of the Michigan winter coming after you!
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Thank you, Dwight. Winter still rules MI right now.
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Hang in there… Spring is just around the corner.
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A very ‘cool’ poem!
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Thank you, Carol 🙂
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Lisa, I am simultaneously laughing and shivering reading your chilly poem. It’s been quite some time since I put on my boots or received a postcard! Love your illustration. ❤ Wishing you an early spring!
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Haha! Wonderful comment, Cheryl. Thank you for reading.
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Cannot remember the last postcard I received! A lovely delivery to receive in your freezing ‘mid-winter’s cold ballet’.
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Indeed, Marion! Thank you.
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Gorgeous, Lisa! You brought your trek to life for the reader. Brrrr and cheers.
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Helen, thank you. Glad you enjoyed reading it.
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I like how your poem captures that short walk and all you see and feel around you.
Interesting image, too. 😊
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Thank you, Merril. It’s a collage I did for POPO2021 and repurposed 🙂
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You’re welcome! 😊
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The way I read it, it seems that the cold accentuates the reduced travel hence the joy of a card arriving, contact, warming the soul.
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Thank you, Paul, it is and is does.
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This is unique, Lisa. I love it!
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Sara, thank you ❤
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