As the Polar Vortex blew through the northern US and Canada, it did lots of ugly things. Furnaces struggled, unable to keep pace with the chill. Car batteries gave up the ghost. Intrepid outdoorsmen got frost-bite and ass bruises. But it also delivered the season’s fluffiest snow, air-brushing it into nooks and crannies in impressive drifts, swirls, and arcs. One screen on our bay window, raised in autumn and forgotten, was hovering at half-mast when the storm hit.
The poem is a VERS BEAUCOUP; click on link for the rules of the form.
POLAR VORTEX SAND ART
By Winter’s hand, sparkling bands of flurries land
in a grand curve between the window and screen,
surreal scene, framed but fleeting, fast-retreating
snow tears greeting the low-slung rays of midday
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Yes. You have captured the event in grand style! When trapped indoors (for fear of losing finger tips, toes or nose) creates the perfect opportunity to supple the mind muscles and write a difficult poetry form! Nailed it!
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Thanks, Muri. I think I’m getting the hang of the Vers Beaucoup. A recurring theme on blogs of late, beginning with yours, is that “we can focus on [winter’s] beauty or its inconvenience. That day I decided that I wanted to capture and hold onto the wonder…” I agree. I found the “sand art” last month; today I found a “dirt meringue” on the corner, the last snowpile still standing.
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I love this short little poem. Snow can be a real nuisance. But quite a beautiful nuisance, most of the time.
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Thanks, Tippy. The snow art didn’t last long; by afternoon, it was sagging like old underwear. I find snow more beautiful now that I’m retired. My hubby loves to shovel, so that’s not an issue. If my car is buried or encased in ice or the road are a mess, so what? As long as I’ve got food staples and TP on hand, I can just stay in. The only snag is the dogs, who demand a walk regardless of weather. I’ve had a few slip-and-falls on the ice on their account. By and large, I’m glad winter is on her way out. 🙂
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Loved this one! Winter appears majestic. I also love the motion involved in the “fast retreating.” Snow can be a beautiful thing as captured in the light of those “low slung mid-day rays” – a very nice line. I love the sun, especially in winter. I’m a bit tired of the season by now, but thankfully I’ve avoided those “ass bruises” LOL! Nice crafting there, Joan!
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Thanks, Lana. This appeared in a north-facing window/screen one morning during the polar vortex. The sun’s rays strike at a much lower angle in winter, but are nonetheless quite powerful. In this case, they heated the window causing the arc to retreat and tears to form on the glass. A fellow blogger who lives somewhere in the Tundra suffered the ass bruises, not me. We’re expecting 3-5 more inches of snow this weekend, but spring is on its way. The sky is bluer. The crocuses and daffodils are emerging from the ground. 🙂
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Leave it to you to find some beauty in a polar vortex! I love the rhyme scheme in this form. Might have to try it out myself . . .
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Thanks, 227. Whatever the cloud, there’s always a silver lining. 🙂
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