Zella's Poetry

Zella, I literally have an actual sword in my hand as I sit now at my keyboard (makes typing awkward); and I now dub you a TRUE Sonneteer. (Touches her name on the screen with the sword's point)
 
The First Snow

Going barefoot on the sidewalk,
Laughing at the cold,
Stretching her hands through the air,
Catching a snowflake to hold.

Seeing it melt on her palm,
Turning her face to the sky
Where the clouds are an unbroken gray,
Watching the snowflakes fly.

She lingers a few minutes there
Humming a Christmas tune
As her joyous thoughts are a-whirl
Knowing winter is coming soon.
 
Excellent! Barefoot though she is, the girl is scientifically literate: she understands that winter does not properly begin until the winter solstice, just a few days before Christmas. I count on this intelligent child likewise to understand that there was never any such thing as a Year Zero, and therefore the current century began with the year 2001, NOT the year 2000.
 
Copperfox said:
Excellent! Barefoot though she is, the girl is scientifically literate: she understands that winter does not properly begin until the winter solstice, just a few days before Christmas. I count on this intelligent child likewise to understand that there was never any such thing as a Year Zero, and therefore the current century began with the year 2001, NOT the year 2000.
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Actually, I don't think she knew that; she just knows that the first snow is usually followed by more fall weather.:p However, if she thought about it, she should know about the century thing.
 
Zella said:
The First Snow

Going barefoot on the sidewalk,
Laughing at the cold,
Stretching her hands through the air,
Catching a snowflake to hold.

Seeing it melt on her palm,
Turning her face to the sky
Where the clouds are an unbroken gray,
Watching the snowflakes fly.

She lingers a few minutes there
Humming a Christmas tune
As her joyous thoughts are a-whirl
Knowing winter is coming soon.
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Well then she's totally me, I still have yet to admit that it's time to start wearing shoes all the time... ;)
 
I'm pleased with the way this one turned out.


Reflections of a Civil War Soldier

Darkness, dirt, death-
These haunt my dreams at night
As battle after battle
Is thrust upon my sight.

Darkness, dirt, death-
My brother sees them, too,
While our mother daily prays
For her sons in gray and blue.

Darkness, dirt, death-
Are they never-ending?
How long must our lives be spent
Our homes and rights defending?

Darkness, dirt, death-
How can they save our land?
How can peace be bought
By brothers fighting hand to hand?
 
A heartfelt outpouring of emotion. And yet, when diametrically opposed views contend, and it is inherently impossible for BOTH to continue simultaneously, one finally MUST prevail over the other.
 
Transition

Cold air sneaks past the window panes,
The sap awakens in tree veins;
Soft snow tumbles from the sky
Then melts to mud for passers-by;
Winter coats oft idle hang
As mostly we contend with rain;
Budding leaves turn branches pink,
Yet at night from frost must shrink;
Although they're chilled, the songbirds sing:
Winter quarreling with spring.
 
Zella said:
Transition

Cold air sneaks past the window panes,
The sap awakens in tree veins;
Soft snow tumbles from the sky
Then melts to mud for passers-by;
Winter coats oft idle hang
As mostly we contend with rain;
Budding leaves turn branches pink,
Yet at night from frost must shrink;
Although they're chilled, the songbirds sing:
Winter quarreling with spring.
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I really like that one, some day I'll be in a graphic-making mood and make a wallpaper with it or something. :p
 
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