Frost on the Pane

I had taken a couple pictures on Sunday of some gorgeous frost on the window at church.  And I MEAN gorgeous!

See!!

On Monday, I spent time composing a frosty poem about it and was going to get this post ready for Friday by copying it here.  I opened the page up to paste the poem in, and I typed the title "Frost on the Pane".  Then all sorts of stuff broke loose.  Frost on the PAIN came into my head... an ice pack... what kind of pain?  Would an ice pack work for all kinds of pain?  What would you use for a different kind of pain/pane?  This emerged.  There is a pattern here.  Each stanza has 10 words; the last stanza is found words from the first four stanzas.   I think I will name it.  How about Five and Tensome?  That would only be funny to someone who was around for the Five and Tens...(variety stores before Walmart, Zayres)
And that is how a poem can grow sometimes.  Like frost on a window pane.  It can start as something else entirely and then a little thing happens and it turns around and makes you write something else.  I'm not posting the other one, even though it was all rhymy, lilty and fun just the way I like them.  This is not any of that.

Comfort

An ice pack

may still

the pain

but not

today.

I bravely
choose instead

the filling
warmth

of joyful

soul.

I welcome

dear comfort,

my respite,

my care

all mine.

Selfishly

jealously,

I guard the joy

but will

share -

Not ice

but the
soul filling
warmth dear,

I share.

by Donna JT Smith, 2018

This I plunk down here.  I will be back to sing-song again!

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plucked heartstrings swirled words

tucked away, releasing sway;

notes rising with birds.

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acorns unsquirreled

unburrowed, uneaten, wait;

more trees in spring.

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(Where did those come from? Huh. Two Haiku for you.)

On to more Poetry Friday!  Visit the poetry offered by our hostess, Jan at Bookseedstudio.