Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Winter Respite - (Re-Submit)

January
February
Sitting atop a frozen world
In this igloo house
Hovered o’er by Gods
Of ice and snow
In their awful grey vault of heaven!

Some Jupiter’s joke up there
Has turned things upside down
Somewhere above the roiling roof
Lay a land of spice and fruit
Mind reaching out
Logy along the vein
Tastes the unpeeled
Plumb of paradise
One short minute’s warmth

But then
Back down again
January
February
This igloo house

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Andrea Dietrich December 16, 2015 at 7:00 PM daver, my second time to see this one. I really LOVE this one. I so understand the feeling!!

Andrea Dietrich September 23, 2012 at 1:42 PM hey, I actually fell upon one here that I'd not seen before. You must have been hating winter when you wrote this one. I feel your pain. (and cold) this one is cool how it starts and finishes with the igloo house image. Hope you get the sinus thing better. that's what gave us a 6 thousand dollar bill with ER. Joe's "stroke" turning out to be a bad sinus infection. Good grief.

Corinne Curcio February 21, 2010 at 4:25 AM "tastes the unpeeled plumb (or is it plum?) of paradise. The way that tastes on the tongue! Love the line "this igloo house"

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 10, 2010 at 3:26 AM Burrrr! And cold it is! Daver, I enjoyed reading this wonderfully "cold" winter poem. Such a fun way to handle our days in the "igloo house" Thank you for your recent comments on my work. I have definitely missed the soup for the past week while I was out of town. Thank you for understanding my delay in thanking you. Lovingly, Dane Ann

February 6, 2010 at 12:49 PM It's snowing again here in North Dakota. I can really relate to this poem. Thanks for posting it again. Have a good weekend. Karen

Robert A. Dufresne February 6, 2010 at 4:57 AM When I live in the North country, that is what it felt like for sure! One minute the corn tasseled and then it was covered with snow! Thanks for making me appreciate where I now am, Daver. :)-Robert

Caroline Cécile Delacroix February 5, 2010 at 2:38 PM Interesting write, Daver! It seems the sun did break through, just for a min., then clouds took over, back to the grey vault of a strange heaven, I personally wouldn't call heaven, but I understand what you mean. A very interesting metaphoric poem. Thanks for sharing and thank you for your kind comments on my featured poem. Best wishes, Caroline.

Doris Culverhouse February 4, 2010 at 5:27 PM nicely penned,

Carol Sunshine Brown February 3, 2010 at 12:16 PM Daver, I had brain freeze for awhile here had to read it 3 times. Thanks for sharing my friend. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick February 3, 2010 at 10:38 AM That sounds like a very cold uninviting place that one has to escape from to dream or fantasy land. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire February 3, 2010 at 8:40 AM Reaching that other plane where warmth can be found is quite a welcome out-of-body experience on such a cold day in the "igloo house." Very compelling poem that reveals your spiritual side, dear friend! Love, carolyn

Audrey Haick February 3, 2010 at 8:30 AM Very clever write, Daver. I especially like"....Some Jupiter's joke up there has turned things upside down." Great job! Peace and love, Audrey

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 3, 2010 at 6:50 AM Imaginative and ingenious Daver.. luv your title also..luv.. Linda-Marie..