Welcome, blog visitors! Here on Jumping The Candlestick, on Fridays I often post an original poem. I'm not much of a poet, but I figure it's a good creative excursion to be brave anyway and to write and post a poem. This week, I have a short one about snowfall. In other poetry news, please note that yesterday (Jan. 6) was the 133rd anniversary of the birth of Carl Sandburg. His poetry and his delightful Rutabaga Stories are an inspiration to me always. Now, switching gears back to poetry of the lame type, here's one of mine:
It’s just whimsy to say they’re dancing,
those whirling snowflakes that skip past my window.
Dots of random rhythm, my mind
hums them a tune. Surely they do not
call to one another:
“Let us dance!”
So I shall call.
Temporary citizens of the sky.
Denizens of the ballroom of my mind.
Strike up the band, you crazy little flakes!
It is winter. Winter! This is your season.
Dance, my frozen friends,
as if there is no ground.