The Weather at Christmas
I have not been very inspired to write poetry lately. So I thought to try my hand at the "Beginnings" writing project (see badge below). I'm not so sure this poem makes any sense at all. I don't mind. Somehow, it says what I want it to say.
"The Weather at Christmas"
Is this how it always
starts, is this how a tempest
begins in the soul. Do you
already know, when first icy
flake falls, do you suspect
it will end in a whirl. Or are
you still curled against
the wind thinking you will
be the only one who
ever lived, braved the
day without knitting
a blue pair of mittens.
You can find me today, with the pastel above and a poem from InsideOut, over at...
"Pine in the Storm" in soft pastels, by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: art pilgrimage, Christmas poetry
posted by L.L. Barkat at
6:00 PM
6 Comments:
Yes, Christmas leaves me a bit speechless, too. Wondering. Not such a bad thing. Your pastel, just like that wind out there. Brrr. Take care, stay warm, safe. Bask.
Makes much sense to me. It speaks a storm. Consistent with the season, I think.
Lived both the poem and the artwork LL.Blessings~Sharon :)
I too love both the poem and artwork.
And yes, Christmas leaves me disgruntled, off-balance, and sometimes feeling blue as mittens never knit.
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who struggled with Christmas words. My soul welled up-- but in the end all I could say was "thank you Lord." Maybe that's enough.
i dont know
i just dont
thats all
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