I've been thinking about that ice skater and how she is a metaphor for writing.
And so I put it in a poem:
Writing in Winter
across ice pond
flung w i d e
with your tingly
and a whirl
Wishing all of you easy 8s and the happiest of Poetry Fridays! Don't forget to visit Tara at A Teaching Life has Roundup.
I love this one....the match-up of white space/ice/truth is perfect.ReplyDelete
Hope all is well, Irene!
Oh, Irene, It's drizzly and gray outside but you've just warmed my heart -- and let's hope it becomes a "deliberate and unmittened" one. I love that description! ! I feel so happy to have inspired you, and it reminds me of all the goodness of friendship and creativity and how today is a good day to write a poem. xoReplyDelete
Breathtakingly beautiful, Irene! The "deliberate unmittened heart" slays me. Wonderful to see the ripples of inspiration from one poet to the next.ReplyDelete
You really capture the movement of skating in this, Irene! I love swirl of it, and I especially like the ending. What a special gift for Jeannine!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Tabatha- it was a special gift that Jeannine gave ME. Happy day to you!Delete
I loved that post & printed it out to keep at the computer. This is lovely, a look, for me, at introspection with 'just you with your tingly truths'. Thank you.ReplyDelete
I love that you printed Jeannine's post! I look forward to what words it brings YOU. Thanks for reading.Delete
Beautiful, Irene! I'm echoing enchantment with "your tinglyReplyDelete
truths" and "your deliberate unmittened heart" - what wondrous, easy 8's turns of phrases. Thanks for sharing!
Robyn, "echoing enchantment" belongs in a poem! thanks for reading. xoDelete
Just beautiful Irene!ReplyDelete
Thank you Julie! Of course the only ice ponds this far south are domed with climate-control. :) Thanks for reading!Delete
I was going to comment on the wonderful combo of "tingly truths" myself, but the others beat me to it. So much of poetry to me is finding those killer combinations that say exactly what you want the way you want.ReplyDelete
And it is fun, Jama, to see one poem inspire another. That's the way life should be!
Yes, Ed, to poems inspiring other poems, poets inspiring other poets! I want to know YOUR tingly truths. Thanks for reading.Delete
Nice! I love the spacing on flung wide.ReplyDelete
I've never learned to skate. Or bike, for that matter. Your poem makes me feel that I missed out on a lot. :( Lovely lines. :)ReplyDelete
Ohhhhh, I love the "unmittened heart!" Lovely!ReplyDelete
Irene, I admire the recognition of the risk that comes with writing. We venture out onto the blank white page like the skater onto the ice, and no matter how easy we might make the figure 8s appear, there are always dark currents muttering underneath and places where the ice is thin. Without the risk, it wouldn't really matter, would it?ReplyDelete
I, too, am swooning over "unmittened heart." And how lovely to write a beautiful poem for Jeannine who feeds so many of us. It's so unlonely in here; thank you for the reminder and the poem too. a.ReplyDelete
Beautiful poem, Irene.ReplyDelete
Oh...that "unmittened heart"...vulnerable, but brave.ReplyDelete