Driving home last night we pulled over to view. Just above the horizon was a magnificent scene, the moon, a February Full moon in bloom. It was showing its features as white with an orange tinted background. It's name, being in February is the Snowmoon, heralding in falling snow, the kind the kids' snowmen are made of.
But being in Southeast Texas, close to the Gulf of Mexico shore, we won't be having snow this year. The chances are gone for that come midmonth February. Our temperatures are now in the 70, 80, and a few 90Fs from here on out. Yes, we may have a cold wave come in from the north but still no snow for us. That comes about once every ten years.
And anyway, we enjoy seeing this moon in full with no snow, it is sooo very pretty. Maybe next year.
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Snowmoon, Snowmoon, where
Where can we see snow you'd bring
Old home, Nebraska?
Our back yard a few years ago [click picture for larger view, it's really pretty]
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- Bottom Photo and Haibun Write, Copyright Jimmiehov 2021 (URL) and 2024, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Frank J Tassone for dVerse Haibun Monday at
Snowman -- a Poem Friday Writings and for dVerse Quadrille
It's time for my Christmas tree blog again this year. Today will be the twelfth when I post it, I started December 05, a Tuesday. Click here to see them for 2023-1 for the first and here for the later ones at 2023-2.
Year 2015, the Jims visit with the snowfolk Click the photo for larger view
Snowman, why
Snowman,
snowman, why
is your nose
so long
Hard to kiss
your wife
Poke her in
the eye
Snowman,
snowman, why
Roosting
place for birds?
Landing spot
when they
fly down from
the sky
Snowman,
snowman, why?
Can you write in snow?
Please try
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2015 and 2023, respectively, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rommy as our host at Friday Writings #107, at
- Rommy suggested for posting, but not necessary, "has the invitation for us to write about a time when we weren’t sure if we could(or wanted to)do something, but we ended up doing it anyway. It would have been a fun write as most all of have been in this situation
for the prompt word, "snow". Here our Quadrille form has only 44 words not counting the title, if any - Click here to read what other folk have written using this prompt word
I
was where I am when the snow began, softly first, with inklingsof
a bit more. The holly trees with red berries were welcoming a
little storm; they love to dance when surrounded by snow.
The
last snow we had then was several years past; it only snows here,
maybe once every ten years. I make my wish for the snow to come stay
again. We are expecting only a tiff here and there, most times those
never last the morn.
So
for now the snow I get will be in memory only. I'm getting years,
our daughter doesn't want us to go where snow is common; that's
because I would want to drive.
My
memory is good, pictures albums help, the album in my head is about
as good. My youthful sled hanging on a hook helps me too. I am
ready.
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and Prose Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
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I am linked with Merrill D Smith, at dVerse Prosery, Winter is Coming
- Merrill has asked us to write not more than 144 words, mine is exactly 144 words long, excluding the title. We were to include these words, "I am where I am when the snow began." They were from a poem, "TheDead of Winter" by Samuel Menashe, found here.
- The pictures are of our backyard, the snowy one the time it snowed and the snow stayed a while.
- Click here to read what other writers have written
Where Kim's prompt words for us to use is my first line, ‘Snow would be the easy way out’. We were to limit ourselves to writing with no more than 144 words including the seven she gave us. I used 44.
- Click here to read some of the other writers using these words
- Magaly has invited us to "create poetry or prose which includes the following words: storm; ink; and love" (I made a Senryu for her). We have a choice as using her prompt is optional. Due to my busy schedule I have opted to post instead a previously written work using "signs" for the prompt by MS JADELI.
- Bjorn has introduced us to the "Heroic Sonnet" form and given us an example written by John Donne. As we were given some leeway in our product, mine has ten eight syllable lines instead of eighteen lines of ten syllables.
- Click Here to read other's writings for this prompt
[click picture for larger view-click again for larger still]
First Rose of Spring
A glance over the dismal scene
Often done with sad remembrance
The cold winter's brutal visit
A flicker of red caught my eye
The red roses survived the freeze
Loyally stood up to the blast
And now a new flower persists
Omen to red roses always
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Red Roses a symbol of sweet love
Roses of red I love you always
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- I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month. Today is Day Four of the 30, you can see my progress here,NaPoWriMo 2021.
- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with NaPoWriMo (National Poem Writing Month) Day Three for prompt ideas, pick a worded card, mine was a stacked deal, Roses came up. Read more athttps://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-7/
NaPoWriMo 2018-05 -- Day 5, a Poem for Love's Weather
Weather for Couples; correlated with the "Life in the Fast Lane" song and a "Metaphoric Weather Forecaster
Legend: Purple: Added for reading comfort Blue: Words to Verse one and the Chorus of "Life in the Fast Land" song Black Italics: Words of the common poem I wrote Red Lines: Word in verse of the Metaphoric Weather Man Read them as: read separately through the complete 'poem', read them line 1 and 2 for the poem I crafted using the song as a base, and read them line 2 and 3, etc. for the poem with my work followed by the Weather Forecaster Metaphor
Weather for Couples;
correlated with the "Life in the Fast Lane" song
and a "Metaphoric Weather Forecaster
Verse I:
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
Another man from the hot place, liked by people
Stand by for some vivid Climate Change, it's very nice now
And she was terminally pretty
and she was dangerously wonderfully beautiful
Sunny days way too early in spring
She held him up and he held for ransom
She was disgustingly high maintenance
Storms approaching, property damage imminent
In the heart of the cold, cold city
Relations like this cool off fast
Spring weather here always cold, and icy
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
He was seemingly nice, except to the people who knew him
Bring in the pets and garage the car, hail sneaking in
They said he was ruthless said he was crude
He brings in the love spat storms, it will be worse
Man is ruining the environment, motive profit
They had one thing in common
The season's days will work together
March winds, April heavy showers
They were good in bed
Together close they were so compatible
Bring May Flowers
She said, ’faster, faster.’
and she said, "can't get enough"
I promise you will like my forecast
the lights are turning red.'
It won't last forever
Enjoy, good weather ends tonight
Chorus:
Life in the fast lane
Modern technology gives a nasty boost
What do you expect now we are 'civilized'?
Surely make you lose your mind
It's so very confusing, this romance stuff
Satellites and computers, we still make mistakes
Life in the fast lane
Find a marriage counselor soon
We will have six weather projections
Are you with me so far? Love is the answer, stick with it You can take your pick from those
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(Stay tuned for a complete forecast later)
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 and 2018, All Rights Reserved
- At first I was going to write my works in step with "Highway to Hell" but decided to use "Life in the Fast Lane" as with it was more in step with Paul John Deare's prompt, see link to his prompt above.
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