Saturday, January 23, 2010

One Single Impression: A Sunny Day

Every chimney in town
is puffing away
this Saturday morning.

It’s -8 degrees F.
Mt. Forist is a frozen
gray elephant

sleeping in front
of my face.
Then the sun hits

it smack on the head
like an egg
splashing into it.

I watch the yolk
slowly spread
over its hide

down, down
until it’s flowing
into my living room.

I scoop it up
with the spoon
of my imagination

and pour it
into a poem.
Time for an omelette.

17 comments:

  1. Not over easy, either!

    I loved this...starting with your 'gray elephant' image.

    Thanks!

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  2. This was delightful to read...so clever! The imagery was fantastic.

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  3. oh, your poem is wonderful~ Stay warm!

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  4. Linda love the visual of this poem....excellent, even garnered a chuckle!

    Hugs Giggles

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  5. The sun into an egg, and then an omelet. You have me smiling tonight. Unique take on the prompt.

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  6. A feast for you and for us thanks to the splendid alchemy of your poetry.

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  7. wonderful imagery dear!

    such creative thoughts! writers always do!

    thanks for the summer!

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  8. Wow. This is going to be the best ever omlette

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  9. Brrrr! I left my snow shovels in Manchester when I moved to Texas. Finders are keepers, I won't need them anymore.

    I like the sun omlet baked in your poem. We have flowers and holly berries baked in ours here.
    ..

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  10. What a wonderful way to wake up.
    I loved this poem.

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  11. This made me smile. It's beautiful. Thank you.

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  12. Oh, I like your words and images very much. They speak of so many colors like a painting.


    Melanie

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  13. You can't make them without breaking them.

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  14. A delicious poem you've cooked up here! Thanks!

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  15. I love this- so creative! Great interpretation of the prompt!

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  16. Amazingly dynamic and fluid, the juices are flowing even in -8 degree weather.
    Enjoyed the whimsy!

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