Snow Siren Sea
I like its brightness on scape,
white bleaching in stillness
my warm house like a cozy ship,
through portholes gaze upon
frozen sea, where I imagine,
bundled up, winter sailor, I brave
to swim through it with muk-
a-luks to island of parting siren.
Warming frozen lock with mittened
paws, it blessedly clicks.
Oh memory, ice solid,
that indeed the tank is nectar full
for shining beauty with her special,
whirling song. Foolish
be the blockade of unliquid
crystal flakes and boulders
who, mesmerized, riff
and flee with their own beguilement.
Cherry-cheeked, sparkly-eyed,
I trudge and turn in time,
a winter puppet’s pirouette,
round and round, in their dance.
Soon all weary, we retire
to our places, frozen, warm, a-rest.
Kim is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Kim says:
I would like you to write about snow as you see, feel or imagine it, in any form you wish, using clear imagery as crisp as fresh-fallen snow.
Tao Talk 
“my warm house like a cozy ship,
through portholes gaze upon
frozen sea, where I imagine”
I love this idea.
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<3 :) I've been snowed in since Friday, and in the words of REM, "I feel fine."
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Snow can definitely bring out the child in us. But a warm room is a welcome port. (K)
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<3
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A delightful perspective from your porthole, Lisa! I especially like the final verse :)
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A Disney Imagineer would have a field day with this poem Lisa … bringing it to life. Love it.
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I like snow and the pretty white coating it can put on trees and other objects – but everything in moderation, especially when it comes to driving in snow or snow shoveling!😆
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Lisa, I too absolutely loved the concept of the warm house as a cozy ship, and immediately imagined ours as being similar…looking out our porthole windows today at a sea of frozen white. This is one of my all-time favorites you’ve written. Excellent!
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