Covering a lie is
like covering one's tracks
in the snow.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya is hosting with a four part challenge: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence. (2) The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’ (3) The story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical. (4) It must be improvised.
It is one sentence. I lifted it without revision from my notebook so it is an improvisation. I suppose ‘snow’ could be analogous to ‘civilization’. The futility of covering one’s tracks in the snow might suggest a story where a protagonist is motivated to hope the snow melts (civilization ends) at least until the protagonist realizes that lies without the cover of civilization could be easier to spot.
Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear,
Where a rich serenity
Holds me like a friend who’s near.
When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb.
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian. The 44-word poem must contain some variation of the word “gather”. The form I am using is a variation on the rubaiyat which I will be featuring this Thursday.
Photos: “Gathering of Blue Blooms and Snow”, above, “Spring Beginnings”, below.
Saturday afternoon the snow started slowly. Being warm the flakes became thick. I started my walk catching some of it, missing most of it. I am not aware enough to be aware of everything. I must leave some for the saint’s creative contemplation or the monk’s mindful meditation.
The snow came down thicker and more beautifully as I walked back through sparkling white. I did not expect so late in my grey year to have so many blessings as if my impatience and despair had been forgiven.
GREY SKY WITH WHITE OWL
WAITING IN THE SNOW-FILLED TREE
LOOK–HE FLIES AWAY
Conspiracy theories come in pairs. There’s the nutty theory I won’t believe in, because–well–it’s nutty, and there’s the opposite theory that, for some possibly nutty reason, I do. Motivated enough I could likely prove anything is true, which doesn’t imply that nothing is true.
Every time I take a stand I lock the front door, but I keep the back door open to offer protection to those good folk polarized in the same direction that I am. If there are monsters coming at me, this is a reasonable thing to do. Often I am pleasantly surprised by who comes through the back door seeking and offering protection. Sometimes it is the very people I thought would be storming the front door. Sometimes I look out the window on the front door after a major storm and see blue skies, pleasantly surprised at the absence of monsters.
The day turned cold and dark. We went to bed.
Our eyes closed on a starry, winter’s night.
Visitors appeared and we were led
Through lost, forgotten, ancient, truer light.
Their messages grew clear with inner sight.
When morning showed the brightness of fresh snow,
Those secrets we uncovered we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the prompt word “visit”.
White, white, white and snowy bright
The snowscape piled high last night.
Winter wrapped its evening show
With spread-on-thick, wet, wondrous snow.
Today will bounce reflected light
From sad-cloud gray to spot-on white.