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Spiritual First Thursday - Tah-Dah
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| Kitchen window at night |
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| Whiteout - our front window view of the storm |
Draft
A draft arrived through
Squeaky door
Then swooshed around
My bedroom floor.
It rudely, crudely brushed
My cheek,
And I got up to find
The leak.
No open door or
Windows, still
I felt the breath of
Winter's chill
Seeping through my walls
And ceiling
Sending bits of paper
Reeling.
When the winter
Air is thin
Wafting drafts can fit
Right in;
But in my flannel
Warm as toast
I can ignore that
Win(d)some ghost!
by Donna JT Smith
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Happy New Year, All!
what a fun beat to your rhyme. And, perfect topic for last night and today! My favorite line has to be "in my flannel warm as toast". I am going to STAY in my flannels today. Great OLW for 2018 as well. I can picture you flourishing!
ReplyDeleteOh, I got the bestest, warmest LLBean long flannel nightgown this Christmas! Sorry, fleece, but you just can't beat a gooooood, no-static flannel!
DeleteWonderful poem with a great rhythm to it. Stay warm, Donna.
ReplyDeleteThe temps have been so cold below zero, with well below wind chills, that today's 12 degrees seems balmy! Tonight it is back to sub-zero and warnings of deep freeze. Having lived in Minnesota though, it is still warmer here than there!
DeleteOh wow that whiteout! When I was first reading your poem I was thinking of draft as the first draft of a poem! Did you know our beach-going Aussie friend Sally also chose "flourish" as her OLW? xo
ReplyDeleteOh, I did not know that! I will have to check in with her! Thanks for the connection.
DeleteThe storm was very blustery. I do love a good blizzard!
I am so not a winter person. I know snow moments are a creative person's playground, but I much prefer the summer. I could feel your draft as I reading this, and I love your play on words in the final line - perfect ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leigh Anne.
DeleteNow that I'm retired, I can enjoy winter more than when I had to drive in it!
Hi Donna! I hope that you are staying warm! I really like the line "wafting drafts/ can fit right in". I hope your meddlesome wind-ghost doesn't keep you up too much.
ReplyDeleteOnce I determined I could ignore the creaking, a few games of "Words With Friends" and I was out!
DeleteYour poems are always so playful. You must be a fun person.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what to tell you, my husband says I am.
DeleteYour poem is terrific, Donna, and made me laugh out loud. We are in the middle of a renovation project, so we have drafts everywhere. Fortunately, it's not quite as cold in CT as it is in Maine. It's a balmy three degrees, and yes, I'm "warm as toast" in my flannel! Stay safe and warm this weekend!
ReplyDeleteThe wind was just terrific that night - loud and snow-rearranging. Flannel is so nice.
DeleteWhat a fun poem! Living in a 200+ year old home in Maine, I can totally relate! I admire your bravery in seeking out the source of the draft and then finding inspiration within the moment to craft this clever poem. I think I'd have just stayed huddled under the covers and listened to the furnace consuming oil--all night long!
ReplyDeleteOh, the sound of that oil being drained, like chocolate milk through a straw to a grandchild's pursed lips...
DeleteLove seeing your view, Donna, and as said many times, you are so good at the rhyming. It's perfect, rather like that "win(d)some wind" you write about. Glad your flannel has kept you warm.
ReplyDeleteOh, that flannel is so comfy and cozy... almost makes me wish for more snow! Almost.
DeleteI love your description of the snow re-emanating and re-animating in the wind! Your poem is (as always) pitch perfect!
ReplyDeleteGLad you stayed warm and toasty through the winter storm. And what a fun poem to come from it, too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem Donna, love that "Win(d)some ghost!" Hope it doesn't over-stay its visit though, keep warm, thanks!
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