I crave that covering over
everything raw
snow promises
the blindness of winter
how small things together
change what is seen
to iced monochrome
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I long for a sleek sheet
to settle on my mind
frost sworn
the forgetfulness
that would make of my memory
agony and ecstasy
numbed snow
Spot on, Mike! You so “got” this…
In cold landscapes
there is movement
subtle
the breath of sleeping things
waiting for warmth
nested
under roots
It got me Susan – as you are want to do…
From merciful suffocation
of the assumed into
dormancy
the chance for lost hope
unconscious grown
awake
to shoot
What think you to a 4 parter? I am most happy 🙂
Beautiful, Mike–we seem to feed off each other creatively, which I so enjoy 😉
I like, I like very much!
hmmm. Let’s try. I have scribbled several lines I just don’t like as replacements.
Ok, totally messing up your posts here, but:
Crave raw cover
Blind winter
Grained to monochrome
Long for frost-sworn
Forgetfulness
Numbed in snow
Cold lands cradle
Subtle motions
Sleeping breath waits
Suffocated then
Unconscious grown
Awake to embrace
Hmmm–it works and has a life all its own. Not my poem, or your response to it, but a blend of both that I like.
I want to live next door!! – Poetry hacking over spiced rum-toddys 🙂
YES! I’m in. Does that mean I have to move to the UK though? Certainly seems like a safer place…
Please no – I want to get out!!
Anyway, Loved your original poem (I know I really like it if it makes me want to immediately create – I’m the worst audience member at gigs ever!)
Really like our ‘long jam’ with ‘loam’ in it, and the short one is pretty good, if its own beast as you say.
Thanks Su, that was a genuine pleasure 🙂
Off to do mundane stuff for a bit now 😦 boo!
Mundane stuff stinks–I am editing stuff as we speak… And not even fun stuff… Medical things 😉
Anyway, that was FUN!
You guys just rock 🙂
🙂
But I’ve gone off the word ‘hope’, too ‘tell / obvious’… maybe loam?
I just really feel this. Spare and beautiful.
Thank you, Mama. Was originally going to be a haiku, but the idea was too big for that… Just could not condense it enough 😉
And I crave your work! So glad you share it with the rest of us…
Sheila–thank you!
I live in CA and do miss snow this time of year. The best I can hope for are stormy days that make it seem a bit like winter and bring out the warm lights of x-mas decorations.
Aw–I know. I spent a Christmas in Florida and really missed the snow.
Very lovely images in this one Susan. I like the “iced monochrome”.
Oh, thank you, Holly.
Lucky… we had snow early in the week, but it’s all gone. No snow for Christmas this year.
we have just the dusting, so still craving…
iced monochrome…love this…
Thank you, Claudia!
It’s a poetic love fest 🙂
🙂
I’m with Claudia, I wish I’d come up with the phrase ‘iced monochrome’, wonderful, Susan ~ love the whole approach and identify with your craving ~ a blanket of snow makes everything sparkle 🙂
Oh, thanks so much, Polly! It really does shift perceptions, just a thin sparkle over everything–not quite a blanket here yet–getting there!
And I get new words all the time I am here. Hm, ‘iced monochrome.’ You should teach English as a language at the PhD level. 🙂
Celestine, thank you. Need that piece of paper first…