CPC PICK-APART POETRY LOOKS FORWARD TO THE WINTER OLYMPICS
Welcome to the January 2014 Edition
of PICK-APART POETRY
where we have fun each month
sharing our words and our friendship
in a “pick-apart-poetry” kind of way.
With the Sochi Winter Olympics
just around the corner,
this month we celebrate
our favorite winter sports
and activities.
Please select 25 words
from Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Winter-Time”
and create a new piece using those 25 words
plus your favorite winter activity(ies),
if your piece moves in that direction.
WINTER-TIME
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit To
warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
Remember that the words
may be repeated
and the forms and tenses
changed to suit your fancy.
And even though this month’s theme
is a wintery one,
your poem doesn’t have to be.
Welcoming all themes and styles,
our goal is creativity and fun.
We look forward to what we create
and bring back to share with one another.
Happy Writing!
~barb and cherie~
Welcome and good evening. Looking forward to the fun.
Again Welcome and Good Evening, this time from my desktop computer which is infinitely easier than my smartphone . . . . While my own “muse” has been rather distracted as of late, I trust yours has not. Maybe now that our first granddaughter (our younger daughter’s first baby) was born this morning, I’ll be able to concentrate a bit more on writing . . . . as I look forward to catching up with several previous weeks of CPC challenges along the way. Little One was actually due a week ago Sunday so I was up in the San Francisco area for a few days over that weekend, but it was not to be — until this morning — and instead of being there, we must settle for photos until we get up there again to visit. Many things demand our time and our attention and new additions to families are certainly among the most cherished of gifts. Lots of Love and Big Hugs as I begin working on my “pick-apart” piece . . . .
A frosty shivering morning
FLOSSIE
I rise in my bed shivering
My bones are cold.
I then sit by a fire wrap
in a warm comforter.
A frosty wintry morning,
The cold wind, trees and
lake are frosty.
My frosty breath shivering,
As the sun warm my frozen
bones a bit.
SOTUS 2014
(Cold Can Be A “State” Of Mind)
Late lies, frosty, fiery;
an hour, then sets.
Stars have left.
Dark rises.
Shivering nakedness;
cold, frozen bones.
Cold wind burns,
blows frosty breath abroad.
House and Hill are frosted.
Words selected from the poem “Winter-Time” by Robert Louis Stevenson.
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ONE FROSTY NIGHT
Even candles shiver
as frosty breaths
of wintry wind blow
through thick doors,
darkened skies making room
for blinking stars
as the sun sets.
(c) barbara kausteklis 1-28-14
This is always such a lot of fun. I look forward to spending time with you again in the morning. Rest well. (((HUGS))) and :love: :love: :love:
THE FROST
*_*
The wintry frosty
Shivering cold
The cold wind burns my face
And tree and house
Are frosted
By the jolly fire I sit
Wrapped in my comforter and cap
And blows frosty breath abroad
*_*
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- January 29 , 2o14
MY WINTER DREAM
Late at night I will gaze at the stars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,
Feeling the breeze,while the moon rise
Watching the trees,
They’re swaying with grace,
In this peaceful little place,
Time moves on, Frosty move in, freezing my bones..
It’s getting colder than it was before,
Shivering…
Because this weather is so freezing..
Winter season is here,can you see some reindeer?
when i go out ,there is a white blanket of soft snow,
then..Yummy things like hot chocolate and s’mores,
cakes, treats, and sweets galore,
A fascinating season Winter is,
With it’s beauty, peace, and bliss,
everything white like a wedding bride
The snow clinging to the trees won’t always be there,
And as the sunlight wavers,warm up my face
Frost falls soundlessly to the ground.
Now lets go inside near my fireplace and lets keep dreaming of this magical time…
Nice write Flossie