After your visit here, go check in on more poetry with Katie at The Logonauts. She is hosting today.
|High School graduation photo|
So I plunged on in and wrote a couple of really awful things that day. Then at the end of the evening this one started to come together. I had it mostly finished, but needed to get my Bio, writing description and pictures together. On the deadline day, Jan. 31, I put the final edits and revisions to the poem, and sent it all off.
So it is here, an Etheree, "Rude Awakenings" at Silver Birch Press, a poem about ME, at 17. I'd love it if you could comment on it here or there or both, if you don't have anything better to do with your time. How was your "Year 17"?
Teen years were not always easy ones back in the 1960's, but we survived - and I'm kind of happy I didn't have to do them in the 2010's.
And now a happy haiku in the midst of our snowstorm. I'm watching the slowly settling flakes mount up on pine and spruce branches, and then the wild wind comes along and swirls them off in, I would say small tornadoes, but they are pretty big ones today!
And suddenly there's a foot of fresh snow...time to shovel off the car.
Nestling in spruce boughs, still till
Whistling whiteout whoosh!
by Donna JT Smith