January Morning

A low front has blown in the new year

dusting my world with silhouettes

absent Kodachrome distractions,

focusing the grey contrasts of what ifs

into imaginations of black and white,

the world born new…

yet hidden, blanketed in fact.

 

Snow angel possibilities

chilling the nakedness of hope,

shivering  persistence

burning pink defiance

pretending to shape the world.

 

Here am I,

tossing a fit of snow balls

as awareness dawns upon this snowman,

a spirit, decorated with form

yet, not without function;

finding my spirit’s incubation

safe beneath a frailness

planted in the pleasant stasis of faith

until…

 

Reviews

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I love the snow white, before the smog of life takes it over. Even it covers the withered brown of less color before it is "shoveled" I love black and white in still, and vibrant color in awakening :) I absolutely LOVED "tossing a fit of snowballs as awareness dawns upon this snowman"!! Made me smile...BIG :-) For all in all it is...until...:) indeed, my friend! I find I find the depth of your snow coverage "incubating"! Guess I love it...ya :)

[David Scott]

Blushing a tad...
Thank you for these words. You warm my spirit to be sure. I cannot thank you enough.

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You thank me every day you are my friend :) Did I say I loved this write????

[David Scott]

oddly, not everyone seems to understand it... Ha.

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The ones that do, are suppose to. writers never know who they are writing for :)

[David Scott]

Very true. Not confined to writing "just for myself"... Never understood this statement anyhow. Create or be the conduit and let it go free to be what it must be. 😉

[-inactive now-]

Once again, nice poem, needless to say you use words as skilfully as few others. I liked the unique use of a wintry analogy :)

[David Scott]

Thank you for you support Josiah. I am not sure how "unique" my thoughts are, but one must find a way to say what one is feeling... :) Happy you enjoyed the poetry.

[A hare off]

A January morning or any other morning it is faith that provides the blanket to protect us in the event that freak snow storm does hit, hiding everything else from view. really good David

[David Scott]

I am glad you enjoyed the blizzard of thought here... :)
Thank you for you review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the snow covers things, causes differential in shape...covers the black and white clarity---like life...we grow up to all the gray areas---in thinking...and what was once absolute faith in the world, people...whatever it is....we learn as we grow...and life is full of snow...

it happens...so well expressed here. Love the "absent kodachrome distractions"

such a neat phrase.

j.

[David Scott]

Than you for your thoughtful comments Jacob. I see you many insights and appreciate your thoughts. Consider this: Could the snow cover provide the illusion of clarity rather than covering clarity? It seems we human creatures invite blindness to help us feel more secure at times... maybe. I was pondering this very idea. Personally, I like my world in full color! :)
Thank you once again for your insightfulness.

[Phillip Francis]

This is wonderful work. Vivid Imagery. Thank you for sharing.

[David Scott]

Thank you for the kind words.