Long Slushing Poems
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I remember younger days
when the bright sun's golden rays
melted those old blues away
Bright and green when life was spring
hitching on the robin's wing
so much to do so much to know
and now life drifts within the snow
where did the joy of youth go
will innocence be in that rainbow's pot of gold
Those summer years when I was strong
life was easy with love and song
the taste of wine upon her lips
the smell of jasmine in her hair
How do I get back there
those summer years
honey lush and dawns silver tips
my lost summer years without regret
What of Autumn when things began well
triumphs and victories and overkill
my head of hair thinned and soften with gray
but a chill disturbs and life's green fades
time feels lost and slipping away
the reality of death beckons and stays
so much to do so much to know
please stop shaking me within my snow globe
And now you found me my winter's life
slower and older trudging within it's strife
trying to make do or do without
living by stretching every penny out
to proud to beg to old to care
slushing in circles bound nowhere
a glimpse of what use to be
the mirror reflects what became of me
a body in pain with illness galore
bills and medication I cannot afford
but still I keep my head up high
better to live to easy to die
cold and blue the winter years
happiness becomes thoughts of yesteryears
those days of flavor wild and fun
vanilla are what they now become
but was I always vanilla
I was always vanilla
At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillow packs stacked
These are spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes
Then piles of pearly ivory fluffy flakes
cascading into tall white iceberg mounds;
greatly abounding in an isolated city that is fully bound
Trees huddled and cover themselves in
white parkas; this of snowflake designed fleeces creating
a blanket white newly made canvas for me the delighted Artist
People are frozen in their village,
neighborhoods being effectuated with the
season's frigid chilly chilled cooled air;
nipping at many red young and old numb ears
Ice vapors of a foggy mist
does tint white car's windowsills
The City sidewalks and streets has
transparently merged into one white snow sheet
Snow summits also rise high with
white zenith peak tops
People are enjoying forming
snow tunnels and igloos and
snow men and snow angels
And some people sculpt ice statues
These come into being at just below
zero temperatures of freezing
Icicles are nature's cold calling cards;
this having a very slick and cold feel touch
At this time youngsters are receiving their
reddish noses and pink red rose cheeks
Black boots, snow shoes sink in a
foot deep of snow slushing to race home
A flurry of snow scene experiences
are how most winters are known back home
The tossing of powder with frost-bite
fingers and colorful blue hue toes that are ice cold
This season has its celebration of the Christmas day: this
the time of “Christ Birth,” the reason why I and others do pray
The theme of all things each and every day; in a heart that is very merry,
light hearted and amazed for the many wonders given to us yesterday,
today and years to come every glorious day
It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling,
thumping, bumping, and dumping
of large chunks of cracking, crackling
crystalline ice pushing down river.
Hundreds of tons of ice come together –
hopefully without devastation.
It is an environment of change.
In soto voce, soft rippling rivulets,
icicles dribbling, dripping droplets,
the slushing of crusted, melting snow.
Snowshoe hares, squirrels, and wolverine
emerge into full Spring activity.
Mush dogs’ serenades ride the winds,
yipping and campaigning for dinner.
Time to secure Winter’s store of firewood,
move boats and fish wheels to higher ground.
Time to hunt and gather fresh food for stores.
Time to begin restocking fresh meats of
muskrat, beaver, duck, goose, and swan.
Time to rebuild and repair.
Break up –
one of the best times of the year.
FLASH
Frenzy flash of feelings forgotten
long lost, hidden, faded frozen
yet thawing slushing
crushing , blushing
on sudden sensation
of mystic exclamation!
Reminisces: Blurred vision.
Confusion or misconception.
Appeared instant !
Perceived significant.
Tried to place.
Vanished ! No trace.
Weird happenstance:
Far fetched fragrance
with faint redolence
Intuitive innocence,
flashed,
crashed !
Deja Vu ! Old view ?
Or new ? Review.
03/06/23
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1202
Contest by Brian Strand.