warmth of her touch in that snowy weekend fantasy fling am I ready or a fool to fall in love again
Modern English Tanka Volume 1, Number 2. Winter 2006.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
This reminds me of a weekend get away my husband and I took last year. We stayed in a log cabin on the lake surrounded by snow. In the morning we sat in the hot tub and I wrote a short poem about the finch's flying above and now I cant find the poem. It was the first poem I have written since 1986.
You can recreate your poem, first by the power of imagination - look for finches or any other bird flying above and think of that moment when the muse inspired you and the poem that followed. Or glance outside the window and look at the snow and gently force yourself to experience once again that sweet moment. If any of these do not work, write another poem on the same topic. Good luck and let me know what happened.
2 comments:
This reminds me of a weekend get away my husband and I took last year. We stayed in a log cabin on the lake surrounded by snow. In the morning we sat in the hot tub and I wrote a short poem about the finch's flying above and now I cant find the poem. It was the first poem I have written since 1986.
Ms. Givens
You can recreate your poem, first by the power of imagination - look for finches or any other bird flying above and think of that moment when the muse inspired you and the poem that followed. Or glance outside the window and look at the snow and gently force yourself to experience once again that sweet moment. If any of these do not work, write another poem on the same topic. Good luck and let me know what happened.
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