Finding your snowbound poem on the blog was like finding a tiny gem in the middle of the sand, a perfect polished nugget that I've been re-examining. Your poem got me thinking about how that being snowbound is also a state of mind. We can be "snowbound" in our creativity, in a state of dormancy, waiting in whiteness. Here is a poem for you, modeled shamelessly after yours, and written in honor of you:
Snowbound
For JoAnne
Snowbound is that blankest slate
on which no words appear
and yet desire does survive
as just a spark,
a speck of heat,
the poets to revive.
1 comment:
Thanks, Susan.
JoAnne
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