http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/02/happy-valentines-day/ A blog from the Poetry Foundation where contemporary poets debate classic and contemporary poetry from America and around the world. Sun, 14 Mar 2010 04:22:18 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/02/happy-valentines-day/#comment-2819 John Blackard Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:30:48 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=707#comment-2819 Daisy-- In North Carolina, we woke up to a snowy Valentine's Day! In celebration of this snow (which almost never happens anymore in NC) and my valentine girl, Valentina, I hope you will post my poem: Three Snow Day Triolets The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup: A snow day when children are staying with friends. Should we spend our day reading, writing, and making stew? The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup. Morning kisses on the couch, making love in the afternoon. Who cares how long we’re snowbound or the school year extends! The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup: A snow day when children are staying with friends. All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire. In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss. Our corpse poems burn as one on the same funeral pyre. All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire That will match the sizzle and spark of our desire While you keep one eye on the weather and closing lists. All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire. In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss. At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow, Our gloved hands grip and we save each other when we slip On black ice, and you point between trees at the sky’s orange glow. At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow, You kiss my numb face and feeling there begins to grow. We talk some more about taking a lovely California trip At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow. Our gloved hands grip and we save each other when we slip. John Blackard www.johnablackard.com Daisy– In North Carolina, we woke up to a snowy Valentine’s Day! In celebration of this snow (which almost never happens anymore in NC) and my valentine girl, Valentina, I hope you will post my poem:
Three Snow Day Triolets
The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup:
A snow day when children are staying with friends.
Should we spend our day reading, writing, and making stew?
The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup.
Morning kisses on the couch, making love in the afternoon.
Who cares how long we’re snowbound or the school year extends!
The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup:
A snow day when children are staying with friends.
All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire.
In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss.
Our corpse poems burn as one on the same funeral pyre.
All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire
That will match the sizzle and spark of our desire
While you keep one eye on the weather and closing lists.
All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s fire.
In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss.
At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow,
Our gloved hands grip and we save each other when we slip
On black ice, and you point between trees at the sky’s orange glow.
At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow,
You kiss my numb face and feeling there begins to grow.
We talk some more about taking a lovely California trip
At fifty-one, walking at night on the blessing of new snow.
Our gloved hands grip and we save each other when we slip.
John Blackard
http://www.johnablackard.com

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