Against Winter by Charles Simic
The sky is low,the clouds are mean by Emily Dickinson
Alms by Edna Vincent St Millay
Winter Again by Bruce Beaver
Winter by Kate Llewellyn
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever by Les Murray
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Mid Week Motif...Poets United
The sky is low the clouds are mean
The darkest evening of the year
A narrow wind complains all day
How someone treated him
The truth is dark under your eyelids
I know a winter when it comes
the air that comes in crimps the nose
like acid-smoke
like a Strindberg midnight
I scatter crumbs upon the sill
And close the window
Take or leave them as they will
The dream of
wearing shorts forever in the enormous paddocks
slapping flies with a book on solar
looking across to the further tropics
where the flame tree is in flower
leaps on the back of the wind
I'm packing
I'm off
Haha. Thanks for explaining the Cento form. This poem works brilliantly!
ReplyDeleteThanks...it took ages but I love writing them.
ReplyDeleteThe truth is dark under your eyelids
ReplyDeleteI know a winter when it comes
Such intense images.. depicting the arrival of a cold harsh season.. and perhaps the challenges it brings along.. Beautifully captured :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
What a clever and brilliant piece..winter can shine - i particularly liked 'The truth is dark under your eyelids'
ReplyDeleteLove the scattering of crumbs, nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid imagery....I loved the same lines Sanaa quoted. A really good write, Rall.
ReplyDeleteLove the last stanza very much, fun and I wish wearing shorts forever....
ReplyDeleteYes, it must have taken ages to explore the other writing and get the snippets all combined to work so well.
ReplyDeleteI like how you found just the right lines and combined them into something so enjoyable to read. I love the last stanza. It made me chuckle.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Rall. Doesn't look like a patchwork at all!!
ReplyDeleteSounds so real that you shudder mildly and ask yourself a question what if that is me in there...where the hemisphere is leaning farthest away from the Sun. The Winter Solstice goes unnoticed in many parts of India. Enjoyed reading...
Love it. Beautifully put together to make something new.
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of the form, you created a new feeling with old words.
ReplyDeletei could understand this side of winter but i am forever thinking of the christmas part or the magical snowfall part. i like your vision.
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoyed this. You described the bite of winter so vividly.
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Rall this really was beautifully constructed - a new form to me. I can hear the echo of the poet's voices (nice)
ReplyDeleteImitation is the most sincere form of flattery and as far as centos go, purloining must be the ultimate form of flattery! Loved what you did with the lines and I can only imagine how long it took you to glean all of those lines from all those poems, Rall. Works really well and you've certainly made it your own poem! Loved it.
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