We got some snow last week. I know that many people are inconvenienced by measurable snowfall, but I love it! It’s pretty, and most importantly to me, it makes all the insane “git ‘er done!” bustling slow to a crawl. Schedules are temporarily suspended. Either I was born one hundred years too late or I’m just a ‘stop and smell the roses’ type, but the pace of living often dismays me. That’s no doubt why escaping to the woods regenerates me.
I’m hoping Mother Nature will offer me a few snowier pauses this year. She’s been taking her own breaks from bringing winter on fully. Hey… she’s no ‘spring chicken’ perhaps she needs to pause too!
Rules: You should use the prompt word as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.
There are:
Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
Winter’s Embrace
For today, the rain shall shift to snow on bitter winter winds. The wise, fated to embrace all they are impotent to affect, May still offer an aggressive squeeze to express their disfavor.
I took a high school ‘mini course’ about comedy years ago. Yes, the high school I went to was an excellent one. As seniors, we were allowed to elect courses for our English classes after we each took one quarter on Critical Analysis Writing. The realization that comedy and tragedy were often separated by a very thin line, always stuck with me. Across the many years of child family day care, we had a lot of fun. Sometimes, we had some real funnies. Here’s a true tale that fits squarely into that comic/tragic realm.
My husband has his own happy little Christmas Tradition. As Christmas grows close, he likes to sit in our vehicle, after dark, and listen to Christmas Carols while having a few beers. If its snowing, that makes it all the better. One night, he got his perfect wish and enjoyed his solitary Christmas tribute while stashing his beers in a snowbank beside the truck keeping them icy cold. It was snowing so, when he policed the area before coming indoors, he overlooked a beer. The next day, a 5, 6, and 7, year old went out beyond our driveway to slide in the brand new snow on my delightfully hilly backyard. When they came in for cocoa, they were giggling wildly and I smelled a strong odor of beer! This was that kind of day care moment when your heart stops. Come to find out, they hadn’t drank any beer but had found the beer and poked at it with a shovel. It was close to frozen and when they punctured it, the beer had sprung a pressurized fountain of foamy spray covering them head to toe.
Imagine the fun I had explaining that reeking odor of beer on the children to their parents! Just so you know, they ALL laughed out loud.
Mensen maken de samenleving en nemen daarin een positie in. Deze website geeft toegang tot een diversiteit aan artikelen die gaan over 'samenleven', belicht vanuit verschillende perspectieven. De artikelen hebben gemeen dat er gezocht wordt naar wat 'mensen bindt, in plaats van wat hen scheidt'.
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