02-12-2010, 03:31 PM
This is my first *real* attempt at any visual free-form. If there are any spelling errors, I sort of wrote it a bit of a strange, hazy state.
I digress....Anything about this you would scratch out or repair, please, please, let me know!
Thank you, and God for this awesome forum!
My Lawn in Winter
“Go out to shovel the driveway!
A wave of rolling snow,
Frozen in an arched position
Like a white jaguar in mid-pounce .
Glancing at it, I set a bargain, and
With a little bit of mental urging
Coax it out of a petrified lurch
And send it slamming upon
The shore of shoveled sidewalk,
Then, sauntering up, up, up into the street,
The film of waster nestles next to the opposing curb,
Pooling under my neighbors red catalac
Parked beneath a streetlight.
For a moment, it stays there
Almost in momentary slumber
Or like a photograph capturing motion.
Then, as if forgetting something,
Moseyed back (with the car)
And, swallowing itself
Up the amorphous lawn and
Into the azalea twigs,
Ploughs lacidasically into my home
In a tempest of wood and water.
The sea returns some things, though
Grandma happens to be ejected
Still fast asleep in her rocking chair
Along with our yellow dog, yowling
As he is spat out like a lugi onto the street.
Some expensive Tupper wear, too
Mostly broken into needles
On the adjacent driveway
“What a scene!”
The neighbors exclaim.
Hands in pockets,
Gathered like pesants around flashing
Police lights and my shaking grandmother
As for The family,? Well
They probably won’t forgive me.
But come to think of it….
The snowflakes do look like quarters…
I digress....Anything about this you would scratch out or repair, please, please, let me know!
Thank you, and God for this awesome forum!
My Lawn in Winter
“Go out to shovel the driveway!
A wave of rolling snow,
Frozen in an arched position
Like a white jaguar in mid-pounce .
Glancing at it, I set a bargain, and
With a little bit of mental urging
Coax it out of a petrified lurch
And send it slamming upon
The shore of shoveled sidewalk,
Then, sauntering up, up, up into the street,
The film of waster nestles next to the opposing curb,
Pooling under my neighbors red catalac
Parked beneath a streetlight.
For a moment, it stays there
Almost in momentary slumber
Or like a photograph capturing motion.
Then, as if forgetting something,
Moseyed back (with the car)
And, swallowing itself
Up the amorphous lawn and
Into the azalea twigs,
Ploughs lacidasically into my home
In a tempest of wood and water.
The sea returns some things, though
Grandma happens to be ejected
Still fast asleep in her rocking chair
Along with our yellow dog, yowling
As he is spat out like a lugi onto the street.
Some expensive Tupper wear, too
Mostly broken into needles
On the adjacent driveway
“What a scene!”
The neighbors exclaim.
Hands in pockets,
Gathered like pesants around flashing
Police lights and my shaking grandmother
As for The family,? Well
They probably won’t forgive me.
But come to think of it….
The snowflakes do look like quarters…