constructing poetry

icicle musings

I am born
as the world weeps—
warming snow laden
eaves—ice tears
formed and caught
a moment out of time.

from such a
sorrowful genesis,
it is strange to me,
sometimes, that they try
to remake me—

tinsel and lights
and polymers
with long names
and awful smells
that catch on
their hands and linger—
they try and fail
to shine like me.

I catch rainbows
in the sunlight
weeping for joy and fear—

each drop diminishes me.
each drop makes me grow.

line count: 24

original poem: "the wreath on the door" 

Prompt ▼

Part 1
Pick and link one of the poems you've already written. Then either write a totally new poem fololowing the promt or significantly edit original as new item.


Part 2
Email Ren~HO HO HO out in the snow!! (176) and me Fyntabulous Fyn (793) by end of day tomorrow answering the following questions.
1. What you liked
2. What you didn't like
3. Which prompt was hardest and which was easiest for you.
4. What did you learn?
5. Suggestions and/or compliments.



DOING both parts counts. (What you say in Part 2 is a check mark that you did it and so you won't lose points.) WHAT you say matters but doesn't matter as far as your accomplishing Part 2. (ie; not judging what you say)