This is a well-crafted poem about learning the limits of one's world. Great inversion of Roethke in the second stanza to bring us this gem of wisdom from experience: 'To learn by going ... where not to go.' (I've shortened it slightly) Good stuff!
Smart man. The picture of you, or was that an alien, as you were so covered up. Stay warm - inside. But I have to say the pictures were beautiful. Thank you for braving the cold.
I held my breath through part of this. Is that a chair frozen in the lake?
This is a well-crafted poem about learning the limits of one's world. Great inversion of Roethke in the second stanza to bring us this gem of wisdom from experience: 'To learn by going ... where not to go.' (I've shortened it slightly) Good stuff!
Fabulous frozen photos!
Beautiful ice swept poem
So much to think about in this poem.
I believe cold fog rising from the page and photos.
Smart man. The picture of you, or was that an alien, as you were so covered up. Stay warm - inside. But I have to say the pictures were beautiful. Thank you for braving the cold.
"I still
felt the cold claw of death on my face,"
I feel it too! What a powerful image.
wonderful !
A baleful sun if I ever saw one! Love the pic with the overturned chair. Also the poem. Stay frosty, but stay warm!
as if the quality of warmth
has been extracted and sunk
below the appearance of it - such an image! I could feel it - cold and bleak.
Given the choice on a morning that is cold unto suffering, do you generally lean staying in or going out? Or is it a day to day decision?
Day to day, poem to poem, and the poem has its own parallel reality that may or may not align.
You orthogonal rebel...
I do generally tend towards going out. But the Montreal winter says haha.
'Roethke said to learn by going where
to go, but sometimes it's where not to' .
A pause to reflect.
Pick your spot!