Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 418

For today’s prompt, write a thaw poem. The term thaw can be used in relation to food and the weather. But it can also relate to people and relationships as well.

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Here’s my attempt at a Thaw Poem:

“He Still Stands”

He still stands–or leans
upon the stick that made
his arms–even as most
other patches melted
the day before. His hat
sits in the grass beside
him next to his rock eyes
and carrot nose. No more
smile. No more mouth.
But he still stands
for now.

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107 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 418

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    the cryogen fields
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    at night when my face hits the pillow
    i am lulled into a deep freeze,
    breathing slows
    limbs atrophy
    mascara clumped lashes secretly
    becomes whale baleen, to sort through
    krill-like dreams skirting the
    cold artic depths of the brain.

    earth continues to spin through nightfall
    flirting with colorful borealis ribbons
    in cold space, while asteroids glaciate by.
    when sol has had enough of the show,
    he calls forth daylight to chase away
    the last residues of borealis
    and thus trigger thaw in my hippocampus.
    lashes flutter
    stomach growls
    bladder signals urges
    a yawn breaks free from an ice floe
    deep within the lungs

    and i awaken from the cryogen fields.

    © 2018 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Bobabob

    Through frigid temps and falling snow
    I warm the car and then I go
    Down icy roads I slip and slide
    A couples times I almost died

    A make it to a parking space
    Inside I spy no friendly face
    The servers hurry to and fro
    But where Christina did you go

    Your always prompt and wear a smile
    The others make me wait a while
    Your service is what keeps me there
    For food I can get anywhere

    With belly full I’m home to stay
    I slipped and slid most of the way
    I hope Christina you’re okay
    I hope your back another day

  3. deringer1

    ODE TO A MICROWAVE
    O small box which on my counter sits
    you have an honored place, a special niche.

    Long years ago you caused some people fear,
    but now I cannot do without you near.

    If I forget to thaw something for dinner
    you do that quickly. You’re a winner!

  4. grcran

    not a n ice age

    the ice queen rose and donned nice clothes
    and pondered our oblivion
    she silvered plants, did frosty dance
    hard horrid cold spikes driven
    imposed her will bone marrow chill
    we shivered getting number
    then found her flaw escaped her claw
    with wondrous thaw of summer
    (thus humans kept on swarming
    albeit with global warming)

    gpr crane

  5. MargoL

    Winter blues

    Winter blues, winter blues
    You have me so confused.
    Your icy smile lingers
    Freezing my tiny fingers.

    Go away, go away
    Come back another day,
    When sunshine’s warmth returns
    Dissolving my concerns

    Giving up your final breath
    Awaiting the season’s death,
    As my frame of mind changes
    I will become courageous.

    1. grcran

      yep… you may have s.a.d. … i know i do… gotta get out and get some sun asap and as often as possible too… i enjoyed your message and pace and rhyming, especially changes and courageous

    2. Marie Elena

      Good one. I can’t relate to winter blues, but many in my family can. It’s a real thing, for sure. Check with your doctor to make sure you are getting enough vitamin D, get as much sun as you can, and perhaps check into getting a blue light. God bless you!

      1. MargoL

        Thanks Marie. I have actually been battling a nasty flu for a few weeks. Would much rather live in a warm climate. Quebec can be cold. Don’t get me wrong though, I like the Christmas season.

  6. MargoL

    Winter blues

    Winter blues, winter blues
    You have me so confused.
    Your icy smile lingers
    Freezing my tiny fingers.

    Go away, go away
    Come back another day,
    When sunshine’s warmth returns
    Dissolving my concerns

    Giving up your final breath
    Awaiting the season’s death,
    As my frame of mind changes
    I will become courageous.

  7. Misky

    Thawed

    I will wake to a rainstorm,
    my toes cold as February,
    and I will remember we’re
    out of bread. Out of milk.
    You’re at the window, a tall
    silhouette, and I remember
    how your turn can thaw.
    It’s Thursday, and I wake
    to your rainstorm.

  8. Walter J Wojtanik

    DECEMBER KNOWS

    When comest the thaw?
    The promise of a heartless tease
    wishing for a gentle breeze,
    to bring showers and hours
    of warmer times. Late fall mimes;
    nothing but storms in site.
    Just the right temperature
    to set a nice White Christmas
    into full flurry. Every sensory stimulus
    is provoking as I stand, choking back
    my enthusiasm. A wide chasm between
    illusion and what I know to be reality.
    It is this intrusion from this lake; unfrozen and
    enabling, labeling these shores as
    the snow capital of nowhere. Glancing to stare,
    aware that the forecast calls for resurgent flurries.
    You scurry to catch a quick glimpse of the skies
    and there before your eyes you realize.
    The snow machine is well in tune.
    I hope it thaws before it’s June!

  9. Kiri

    NOW IS THE WINTER



    I.

    Three hundred sixty-five
    days ago
    my apartment was fifty-two
    degrees and dark,
    heart-beating black light
    death row waiting room
    intense and I was blue
    skinned shivering covered
    in tickling trickles of blood
    running crusted down
    legs and cheeks
    weeping plasma, drowning,
    crowned in veils of secret

    lies flying, wailing
    like spectral faces writhing
    chanting die, die, die
    and be at peace
    in the body’s cold, thick
    rigor, the vigor
    that only stillness brings
    like winter washing
    over water; hardness.
    hardness is the way
    to walk to the other side.

    
II.
    Twelve days
    until Christmas
    and I have one hundred five
    milligrams of hope per day
    to keep pace with seasons
    ever changing.

  10. grcran

    we thaw the star afar

    we all thaw the three kingth
    then think
    good Lord
    it mutht be cold out there

    gpr crane
    note: my muth, who probably thould have been mute, commented “thorry… he hath a cold”

  11. Sara McNulty

    Melting A Queen

    She was aloof, an ice queen, they said
    ’til romance struck, and warmed her heart.
    Though common knowledge said well bred,
    who would trouble to invade her head?
    She was aloof, an ice queen, they said.
    Then she met someone who ignited her spark.
    She was aloof, an ice queen, they said
    ’til romance struck, and warmed her heart.

  12. ReathaThomasOakley

    Until the thaw

    White skin thin as
    wet paper slide
    over knuckle bones
    hidden in her youth
    like the abandoned
    program that fell
    from her fingers
    to the theater gutter
    to freeze over small
    bits of debris as she
    ran from the snow.

  13. Anthony94

    At Bottom

    Some days ice is skim
    what we call the thinnest
    opacity on the creeks, just enough
    to hold the slender feet of snow

    birds dancing to eat sycamore seeds
    floated down from the white arms
    arcing overhead. I can see water
    on other days, ripples heading down

    stream taking all those years
    accumulated feelings sending them
    under the few remaining bridges
    that have yet to be burned

    trickling past bicycle tires,
    the industrial hoses with
    their strangling loops lodged
    against the plank bridge palings

    orange styrofoam from an old
    cooler tossed in for the journey.
    But on a day like this I can see
    right through the frozen haze

    to where you stood as I ironed
    your soccer shirt, steamed dry
    your daughter’s dresses, the baby’s
    diapers fresh in from the freezing

    air where the rocking Maytag held court
    outside and drying lines pinged with
    almost ice. Your mouth imprinted
    with its leering sneer on my heart

    like the shape of the iron held down
    too long, seared into my being
    the way trash in the creek finds
    itself trapped, unable to move

    so that I return on a day like today
    hiking the low water only to find
    at bottom my heart has yet
    to thaw, my boot coming down

    on your face frozen into this
    December morning a thousand
    miles from where you dare say
    how you still remember me.

  14. PowerUnit

    Unfrozen

    The gray snow clouds take their time drifting on
    blown away after enduring the day
    the white coat hung for the night, by gaping
    muscles exercising their right to speak
    painful reminder of brush with failure

        1. Marie Elena

          I am in N.W. Ohio, right below Michigan. We get harsh winters, but generally nothing like the opposite side of the lake.

          I don’t mind snow at all!
          Watching from my window.
          With my mug of hot tea.
          While my husband kindly clears our drive, as well as neighbor’s drives.

          😀

        1. tripoet

          Ahhhh. Or shall I say brrrr. I am from Syracuse and it’s actually recorded that we often get more snow than Buffalo. My nephew went to school in Buffalo and he told me that some of the buildings were connected by tunnels. Anyway, I think that Syracuse “invented” concept of the snow day. Thanks for posting y’all.

  15. Walter J Wojtanik

    IN THE DEEP FREEZE

    So, I said to myself as I cased the joint,
    “I wonder why it’s so darn cold.”
    “Now I’m not one to draw fingers and point”
    I said to myself as I cased the joint,
    so I hope that someone steps up to anoint
    a guy to crank up the heat before I’m old!
    I said to myself as I cased the joint,
    “I wonder why it’s so darn cold.”

    1. De Jackson

      I’m Thawy You’re Tho Thore

      I wonder why it’s so darn cold?
      My body’s feeling beat up.
      Perhaps my joints are getting old,
      since I wonder why it’s so darn cold.
      There’s no use complaining, or so I’m told –
      I just wish someone would turn the heat up!
      I wonder why it’s so darn cold?
      My body’s feeling beat up.

      1. Walter J Wojtanik

        FROZE NOSE

        My body’s feeling beat up today,
        and it probably will tomorrow,
        and my nose has been running all the way,
        and my body’s feeling beat up today.
        But if there’s one thing I could say
        my frozen nose is filled with sorrow.
        My body’s feeling beat up today,
        and it probably will tomorrow.

        1. De Jackson

          It Might {Not} Snow,Man.

          It probably will snow tomorrow,
          unless you’re in Southern Nevada, man.
          So much to our school sorrow,
          it probably won’t snow tomorrow.
          Do you have some flipflops I can borrow?
          If it’s 50 or over, that’s the plan.
          It probably will snow tomorrow,
          unless you’re in Southern Nevada, man.

          1. Walter J Wojtanik

            ‘SNO MAN LIKE A SNOWMAN

            Unless you’re in, Southern Nevada, is where it’s at man!
            It’s never really much of a gamble
            as things heat up in SoNev. I’m a fan!
            (Unless you’re in, Southern Nevada, is where it’s at man!)
            If you can make it there, anyone can,
            if your in the mood to ramble
            Unless you’re in, Southern Nevada, is where it’s at man!
            It’s never really much of a gamble

          2. De Jackson

            Anybody Got a Hair Dryer?

            It’s never really much of a gamble
            whether or not my muse will come back to life.
            I don’t mean to rhyme, or ramble,
            but it’s never really much of a gamble.
            Even when she’s frozen, she’s got an angle
            that allows her to thaw just in time to write.
            It’s never really much of a gamble
            whether or not my muse will come back to life.

          3. Walter J Wojtanik

            ANYBODY GOT HAIR?

            Whether or not my muse will come back to life,
            it is surely something for which I hold out hope.
            But the truth of me getting my hair back cuts like a knife.
            Whether or not my muse will come back to life,
            I know my days of a flowing mane are memories rife
            with sadness and a cold pate; too late for this dope.
            Whether or not my muse will come back to life,
            it is surely something for which I hold out hope.

          4. De Jackson

            Has Mrs. Claus Thawed Yet?

            It’s surely something for which I hold out hope,
            (she was angry, that’s for sure!)
            This Merry Mr’s not a numbskull or a dope,
            so it’s surely something for which I hold out hope.
            We were jolly good up until I uttered, “Nope.”
            That’s the last time I put the reindeer before her!
            It’s surely something for which I hold out hope,
            (she was angry, that’s for sure!)

          5. Walter J Wojtanik

            MR. CLAUS STILL WARMS HER HEART

            She rarely gets angry, that’s for sure!
            Mrs. “C” knows the job he has to do.
            And every year he comes back to her,
            (she rarely gets angry, that’s for sure!)
            He love is lasting; his intentions, pure,
            and his jolly heart is always true!
            She rarely gets angry, that’s for sure!
            Mrs. “C” knows the job he has to do.

          6. De Jackson

            Yes, Virginia.

            Mrs. C knows the job he has to do.
            It ain’t easy keepin’ people believin’.
            The two of ’em are stuck like tough sleigh glue;
            Mrs. C knows the job he has to do.
            He’s got spirit to spread, and holly-jolly, too.
            No matter how often he’s gone, she’s not leavin’.
            Mrs. C knows the job he has to do.
            It ain’t easy keepin’ people believin’.

          7. Walter J Wojtanik

            YES, VIRGINIA (THERE IS A ME)

            It ain’t easy keepin’ people believin’ in me
            or this idea of peace and goodwill that is my cause.
            Sometimes there’s more to the eye than you can see,
            and it ain’t easy keepin’ people believin’ in me.
            Believin’ in what you don’t see is the key,
            as sure as I am Santa Claus!
            It ain’t easy keepin’ people believin’ in me
            or this idea of peace and good will that is my cause.

          8. De Jackson

            Holding the World in White-Gloved Hands

            This idea of peace and good will that is my cause
            does not always come easy, but I ho-ho-hold on.
            This world sometimes alarms me, gives me pause,
            but this peace and good will that is my cause
            will always prevail, for I am Santa Claus
            and ‘to ALL a good night’ is an idea I’m sold on.
            This idea of peace and good will that is my cause
            does not always come easy, but I ho-ho-hold on.

          9. Walter J Wojtanik

            HOLDING THE REINS AND ALL GOOD WISHES

            It does not always come easy, but I ho-ho-hold on
            since the reindeer know the way to guide the sleigh
            when we’re on the way and get our cold on!
            It does not always come easy, but I ho-ho-hold on.
            I’ll take the thaw after all the gifts are gone
            and take the time to relax on Christmas Day!
            It does not always come easy, but I ho-ho-hold on.
            The reindeer know the way to guide the sleigh!

          10. De Jackson

            Laughing All The Way

            The reindeer know the way to guide the sleigh,
            heads held high and bells a’jingling.
            Even when snow falls and wind does sway,
            the reindeer know the way to guide the sleigh.
            They don’t get to party until after Christmas Day,
            but come December 26th, you’ll find them mingling.
            The reindeer know the way to guide the sleigh,
            heads held high and bells a’jingling.

          11. Walter J Wojtanik

            BELLS ON BOBTAIL RING

            We really fly with heads held high
            and bobtail bells a’jingling,
            a one-horse open sleigh zooms by,
            and we really fly with heads held high.
            Oh, what fun it is to ride, we emit a sigh
            with all our senses a’tingling.
            We really fly with heads held high
            and bobtail bells a’jingling,

  16. taylor graham

    KEEPING THE SEASONS

    A girl who knows this great big country knows
    the roads and trails that close up first with freeze;
    the way an east wind down the canyon blows
    and how an early snow bends down the trees;
    the place where glitter-fields with cold sun glows
    and frost begins to fret the valley lees.
    That girl will bundle warm to trudge outside
    and walk the land that waits its thawing tide.

  17. mapoet

    Holiday Thaw

    I asked Santa for
    a holiday thaw.
    Let us share warm
    drinks and hot food.
    Make the sun shine
    outside and inside
    so the ice will melt
    and we will have
    a breakthrough.

    By Michelle Pond

  18. mapoet

    Holiday Thaw

    I asked Santa for
    a holiday thaw.
    Let us share warm
    drinks and hot food.
    Make the sun shine
    outside and inside
    so the ice will melt
    and we will have
    a breakthrough.

    By Michelle Pond

  19. Connie Peters

    When Winter Rules

    The bitter cold has gripped the land in ice.
    All’s frozen in its place and nothing moves.
    The winter’s tightened grip exacts a price.
    The road is marked with stubborn frozen grooves.
    The food stored in the cupboard must suffice,
    As we inside will wait till temp improves.
    So we’ve become subject to winter’s law
    And dream of warmer days when comes spring’s thaw.

  20. Walter J Wojtanik

    >strong>THE LAST THAW

    Who is this guy, Thaw?
    Where does he reside?
    I’m up here in Buffalo,
    and it’s not where this guy hides?

    Did you see the game last week?
    Did you see the snowing?
    Did you see the white outs here?
    Did you see the blowing?

    Some of the fans were jacked on “Jack”,
    some were filled with beers,
    the only thing we didn’t have
    was Santa and his ‘deers.

    15 degrees as of this write,
    with wind chills below zero.
    I’d be shivering all night
    waiting for a hero.

    There is no thaw in Whoville,
    it’s colder than cold can be,
    There is no thaw in Whatville,
    (wherever that may be.)

    So as I’m waiting for this guy,
    thaw or what’s his name,
    I’ll be knee deep in Buffasnow
    and I’ll know who to blame.

  21. SarahLeaSales

    Sidney, Montana, 2002

    For though his sins were scarlet,
    the white that was the snow
    covered them,
    preserving them—
    that dead body of evidence.
    The wife of the man in the snow
    thought he’d killed himself,
    his children,
    abandoned them.
    And so it was a silent night,
    a lonely night,
    the perp frozen in the lake
    as the vic thawed in the woods.

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