While Walt’s in the throes of the lake-effect snows, and freezing white fluff stacks above his ‘stached nose, and he wails of the woes of his poor frigid toes: his internet service just froze.
It all blows.
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Have you SEEN the photos and reports of the Buffalo area? Poor Walt! And who is he thinking of? He’s thinking of you all, as you gather out here in the warm garden to pick up the In-form Poet Wednesday prompt and root out your poetic responses. Well, how about if we use these next few days to simply write poems that will pile up higher than the lake-effect snow, and warm his heart when he finally digs out.
Hugs across the miles to him, and to you all!
Marie Elena
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
COMMISERATION
The show is snowing;
the drifts are drifting;
the winds are blowing
and footing’s shifting;
my muse can’t weather the storm
as Cheektowaga
and Lackawanna
and Depew, Clarence, and Batavia too
all sink in white like poop in the loo
and no place is a place to get warm.
Jumping albedo!
Holy Toledo!
I’ve heard of being Buffaloed
but this is ridiculous.
HA!! How did you come up with this so quickly, William? “footing’s shifting” “all sink in white like poop in the loo” HAHAHAHA!! ~ Marie Elena
Wonderful, William “I’ve got my love to keep me warm” (if that doesn’t work Walt there’s always a quilt and a hot toddy. Such a fabulous sounding drink. Does anyone really have them or was it just something Frank and Bing sang about?)
Nothing better than toddy for the body, Debi! Thanks!
Are you stuck as well, William? ~meg
No, we’ve avoided that mess thus far. If the winds shift to the north or northwest, we’ll get our comeuppance.
Phew! Hope that works for ya! ~meg
William, I love this poem, and that phrase “sink in white like poop in the loo” will be sticking with me a long time!
That’s great william!
You are too funny!
Marie, Walt’s misfortune notwithstanding, it’s good to see your contribution again, and it was a good one. “Wails of the woes of his poor frigid toes” indeed!
Couldn’t agree more
😀
Watching the Weather Channel last evening, I was wondering how Walt and family were doing!! Stay safe everyone!!
Oh, I know it. Watching the Weather Channel makes me so thankful I’m on the other side of the lake. Wow! (Hi Hen!) ~ Marie Elena
When I just think about living in a place that measures snow in feet instead of inches? I may be crazy, but I aint stupid. 😀
My friends in Michigan often have to shovel their roof. Their ROOF! Oy … ~Marie Elena
Vey!
Hi Meg!! 😀 !! It’s “Good” to see you here again!!
POE’S SNOW
(apologies to Edgar Allan)
Once upon a daylight dreary,
mounting snow makes my eyes bleary
but I try remaining cheery,
cheery in my heart, not head.
Ah, distinctly I remember
it was only mid-November.
Now my fire’s just an ember,
ember from a heat source dead.
Bundled up in warm attire,
frozen hands and feet inspire
dreams of when my clothes were drier,
drier ‘til I passed the door.
While the blower coughs and wheezes,
sputters out a hundred sneezes,
its poor engine quickly freezes.
Quoth the blower, “Nevermore.”
© Susan Schoeffield
Here’s hoping this doesn’t happen to you, Walt. Be warm, be dry, be safe!
Ahahahaha, love this Susan
Thanks, Debi. It was more fun writing about it than dealing with it. Counting my blessings here in Baltimore!
Oh what fun this is, Susan! Your last stanza is especially creative. 😀 ~ Marie Elena
Thank you so much! And I concur with William. It’s wonderful seeing you here!!
Thanks so much! Feels like home. 🙂
I love this (and wish I wrote it! – But glad you did.)
Thanks, RJ!
This is delightful. Thanks for posting.
Thanks, William!
I like the flow of this one Susan
Thank you, Benjamin!
This is extremely clever, Susan.
Thanks, Sara!
Edgar Allan must be pleased, and I truly enjoy this poem, Susan.
Thank you so much!
Stay warm, Walt – and everyone else. 😀
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One Inch – The Kid Version
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” ~Bill Watterson
Looked out my window. Snow. Just snow.
This oughta be a big snow day.
Instead? One inch. C’mon snow – GROW!
Oh rats! School’s open. No delay!
I hoped we would not have to go
to school. I wanted just to play
outside with all the icy floe.
Oh rats! School’s open. No delay!
So here I sit in sodden shoes
inside my classroom, but I pray
tomorrow’s weather has ‘good’ news.
Today school’s open. No delay!
Looked out my window. Snow. Just snow.
Oh rats! School’s open. No delay!
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More than One Inch – the Grown-Up Version
Look out your window. Snow. Just snow.
It sure looks pretty now, but wait.
A picture postcard in tableau
until you shovel. Then, it’s hate.
Because right after drives are cleared,
the plow comes by. This does equate
to giant drifts which reappear
to block you in. So, yep, it’s hate.
Get dumped on. It’s a lottery
of fluffy goodness, no debate,
except you lose. You’ve squatery!
So ditch the shovel; no more hate.
Look out your window. Snow. Just snow.
It’s time to shovel. Ready? Hate.
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You got this coming and going. “Squatery?” Ogden would kiss you for that one.
You’ve covered winter “Then” and “Now” with a sheet of Nice! Love them both, RJ.
RJ!! Muuuuuu-WUH! (Or muuuuuuuuu-USH may be more like it, eh? teeheehee) Your creativity sknows no bounds. 😀
Both versions work!
Love the side-by-side child-adult paradigms…
Susan, this is just great! don’t know abut Baltimore, but if he were here, old Edgar Allen would be staying close to his fireside
Thanks, Marian. And he’d be toasting the storm with a glass of cognac!
These are so much fun to read! RJ, you are spot on. Marie, thanks for the posting. I keep thinking tat someone (maybe even me, if I were to think about it) should post the twice-weekly prompts. It would be fun to see the poems, even though I have not written for a while.
My sympathies Walt. I won’t tell you what the temperature is here in southern Colorado but I just took a walk in a light jacket. But I wrote a poem about a colder time to commiserate.
Craig Winter
It was sixteen below zero
when my daughter was born.
And then it got colder.
It was forty below for a couple of weeks.
My husband jumped into the truck one morning
and the seat cracked.
One time, I picked up a dishcloth in the sink,
and it was frozen.
My daughter wore snowsuits
the first few months of her life
because our heater malfunctioned.
Perhaps that is why she now lives in Phoenix.
I remember telling my mom that eighteen degrees
felt like a heat wave.
Craig, CO beats out many places in Alaska for cold.
Move back there?
I’ve learned never to say never,
so I’ll say, very much unlikely.
Yikes! I can see why it’s “very much unlikely.” ~ Marie Elena
Despite the frozen dishrag and cracked seat, a very enjoyable poem.
Thank you, Marie for filling us in on Walt’s intense weather scenario…it’s so fun to hear your poetic version. Smiles and sending energy to Walt…that and virtual hot chocolate. 🙂
There’s some great poems stacking up here poets!! Kudos!
Absolutely! ❤
jacquelinecaseypoetry says:
19 November 2014 at 7:57 PM
“Santa’s Schnoz”
Santa, rest your frozen nose! Oh, Santa!
fire that yuletide log so we may fire
aloft as bulbous snuffer sits aloft
bold cold and frosty cheeks with laughter bold.
Order now a hanky for some ardor
Nest your protuberance in warmer nest
Jolly is a beak warmed by the jolly
splinter and whistle of a good fire’s splinter.
Nosegay and red now grows your nose-so-gay
Skin flinty are the cinders near your skin
Proboscis Gloria in proboscis!
One warm ‘ed by the fire, we are one.
Oh, Walter rest your snuffer on this theme
Dream warmer days will sniff out all our dream.
Jacqueline, this is so cute and loaded with wordplay! What fun! ~ Marie Elena
Amen, amen.
Thank you, Guy!
Exquisite I love the ending
Well done, Jacqueline!
Belated Christmas
Santa’s workshop is in a tizzy
elves on overtime finish wrapping
all the presents Santa will carry
on this eve of Christmas.
The Claus’s are dressing
in their splendiferous best.
Sleigh has been polished; it gleams,
and the reindeer are anxious to go.
But what is this, Santa says,
the snow is piled up to the roof,
the sleigh bells are frozen,
Rudolph is sneezing; there’s no way out.
In all my years, I have never seen
a Christmas Eve so white.
We will all have to wait a few more days,
so Happy Christmas Eve and good night.
Aww! So endearing! 🙂
When Rudolph gets a nose cold, all bets are off. This is fun.
Thanks, William.
Thanks all! Your support is warming and comforting. It has been trying, reachingl the seasonal average in a two day span. And we get snow here! Walt
Hi iam! *wave wave wave* They really are the best out here, aren’t they? 🙂 Stay safe over there!
Stay warm, and healthy.
FOR EARTH’S SAKE
Now who busted heaven’s roof?
Drained it of it’s celestial flakes?
Anyway, could we send it back?
Because we’ve had all that we can take.
Benjamin Thomas
HA! Creative and to the point. Nice work, Benjamin!
Thx bubbs
Late but here ’tis. My first Christmas in Oklahoma
THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS ’09
There once was a time in the Christmas of oh-nine
When I dreamed of a snow free day
When I’d wake in my dorm and wear my clothes all warm
And drive to my son’s home town
–In Moore, Oklahoma way, where tornadoes whirl and ice storms twirl–
The tales I was told all proved untrue when the snow began and my skin turned blue
And Christmas Eve dawned white
My cat yawned and purred but no other creature stirred
Not even the postman’s sleigh
–In Moore, Oklahoma way, where tornadoes whirl and ice storms twirl–
When Christmas Day arrived, snow kept me inside
No deliveries could be made
For my Christmas feast I ate hot dogs burned over heat
And cookies with chocolate chips
–In Moore, Oklahoma way, where tornadoes whirl and ice storms twirl–
But never on Christmas Day
Winter Haikus
A fire in my heart
builds mounds of summery dreams
that melt snow away
The hands on my watch
that keep on running too fast
do push spring forward