Winter’s Leftovers
snow bones
are resting
wet, flat straw fields
a million empty sunflower shells
for crows
to pick
tidbits from
hungry blue jays
swarm amidst
toothpick skies
to poke
frozen lake
still still
no wind
to hold
breath(e) out
chainsaw in the distance
hot rooibos
warms, eases
cold knuckles
book dust
dusty poems
George Saunders’ Vigil
too short
grey cotton
muffles, occludes
rainbow colors
spring dreams
please call after
dusk
Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’ Tuesday Poetics. Melissa says:
Today we’re going to write in only phrases. The style and format of poem is up to you. You can make a list, you can string together different groups of words and experiment. The only rule is that you may not use complete sentences in your poem.
Tao-Talk 
Love this Li very nicely done! 🥰🥰💝💝
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Thanks much, CA <3
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I love the title, Lisa, the shape of your poem, and the thought of ‘snow bones’ resting, the ‘toothpick skies’ and the sound of the ‘chainsaw in the distance’, the only sound breaking the silence. The ending made me smile.
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Oh wow, Kim, never even thought of the chainsaw breaking the silence. I’m glad you noticed it. Happy the end made you smile, thank you <3
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My pleasure, Lisa. ❤
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‘snow bones’ and ‘toothpick skies’ stood out to me too 👍
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Awesome, Shaun, thank you :)
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You nailed it, Lisa!
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Nancy, thank you <3
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Nice one
much love
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Gillena, thank you <3
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’snow bones’ what a brilliant image Lisa I love this poem 💕
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Ange, thank Melissa. It’s all her fault ;)
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I know! I found it quite the challenge 😃
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:)
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With scattered words and thoughts you created real mood & feeling, but there is more: laid out in this style, openings are left for the reader to interpret how they “want” allowing for strong association. Very nice, easy to “see” and “imagine.”
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Ain, thanks so much. I watched a doc movie on a strip of forest that Ukranians fighting/dying to go “2000 Meters to Andriivka” the other night. Haunting :(
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Nicely done, Lisa.
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Thanks, Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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I love snow bones!! Great imagery in your phrases, Lisa. Keep dreaming of spring. 🌷
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Thanks, Colleen! I will <3
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The blue jays are getting restless. (K)
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I too liked the title and let me just say winter is still lingering here it snowed off and on all day. The lake here is still frozen except for a small cove where a spring comes in. A few ducks and a lone goose have been wintering there.
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Thanks on the title, Truedessa. I’m sorry winter is lingering there and the scene you paint feels a little dismal. Really hope it suns up a little for you and the feathered ones.
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still
still
…🙂
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:) thanks!
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I really love the phrase “snow bones,” and I hope “rainbow colors” and “spring dreams” call after dusk.
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Thank you, Melissa. I didn’t coin the term snow bones but I ran with it.
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i liked, “no wind … to hold.” — so peaceful. much nicer than the days when it feels like you could reach out and wrestle a handful of it.
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For sure. Yes it is. Thanks much, Lynne.
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Made me sorry I don’t get to experience a snowy climate. Your attachment to it shines through.
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I think you have snow in your mountains, yes? Maybe take a trip there to experience it? I’m glad my attachment to it shines through :)
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Yes we do, but visiting is not the same as it being part of the fabric of a life.
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