Valentine’s Day Blizzard
Snowflakes falling, glittering in glare
Placed after pace, in trace after face
Settling everywhere.
Wind in white out, whirling haste,
Chocolate hearts and one headlight out
Remembering, a love without any doubt
In the car, happy to see me, braced
And opening the box of candy
Softly saying, “slow down,
We are almost there”.
My foolish days, I felt, I left,
chases me in hurried pace,
and catches me at times,
unaware that I am not that smart,
or wise, or perhaps a bit unsound
whenever I find myself in places,
making a left turn instead of a right;
spinning in snow or finding myself
dancing in melting rain.
(I somehow, always with the help of love, find my way back home
to start all over again).
Tags: Chocolate hearts, Growing up, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/, hurried pace, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Snowflakes falling
Nataša Dolenc
February 23, 2015 at 2:29 am
lovely.. we always have love to find home.
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Benji Barratt Clark Twohill Sullivan
February 19, 2015 at 11:00 am
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Benji Barratt Clark Twohill Sullivan
February 19, 2015 at 11:00 am
that’s very beautiful attitude.
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Margaret
February 18, 2015 at 1:23 pm
…I remember when we’d chance a storm to see each other. Thank goodness we are under one roof now. Sweet.
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Loredana Donovan
February 17, 2015 at 8:38 pm
Yes, love helps you find the way! 🙂
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ebbtide
February 17, 2015 at 6:41 pm
I love the pacing of this piece 🙂 well done!
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Baylee Zach Layton Flecher Pichette
February 17, 2015 at 12:06 pm
have a belated valentine.
simple words, powerful focus.
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frederick anderson
February 17, 2015 at 11:45 am
Is it me, or is your poetry rather special? You remind us there are so many more reflections than just light in the falling of snow…you are going to hate me now, for saying this, but your style and the way you use words is reminiscent of Dylan Thomas, at least to me.
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jae rose
February 16, 2015 at 8:22 am
Finding home is a good feeling – especially after all that spinning around!
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Maniparna Sengupta Majumder
February 16, 2015 at 3:29 am
Home..the very word produces a nice sensation… 🙂
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Sumana Roy
February 16, 2015 at 1:17 am
after the experience of a blizzard home is truly sweet…beautifully written….
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magalyguerrero
February 16, 2015 at 12:03 am
Such chaos.. I like it.
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Susan Chast
February 15, 2015 at 9:11 pm
Wind in white out, whirling haste, a lovely line, a love inside, a good reason to slow down …. I enjoyed this poem!
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kaykuala
February 15, 2015 at 6:27 pm
One of those things that one needs to go through. If only life can be less demanding in times of need!
Hank
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georgeplace2013
February 15, 2015 at 5:26 pm
“unaware that I am not that smart,
or wise, or perhaps a bit unsound” yes, that unawareness – we can even fool ourselves.
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humbird
February 15, 2015 at 5:09 pm
With ‘snowflakes falling’ you take me to this magic of settle down…thinking of right/left turns and going home in safety of love. Nice poem for cold winter.
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Gabriella
February 15, 2015 at 5:08 pm
A lot of snow in the poems today. I liked the contrast between the warmth of home and chocolates and the blizzard outside.
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Sherry Blue Sky
February 15, 2015 at 3:43 pm
Oh how I know those mistaken turns, and also the finding one’s way home to start all over again. So many endings, to catch at the heart. So many beginnings over again. Sigh. The words come to mind, “too soon old, too late smart”….as applies to me, my friend, rather spectacularly. I have heard of late bloomers, but I am ridiculous!
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Donna@Living From Happiness
February 15, 2015 at 2:49 pm
I have been experiencing those blizzards of late….I have found myself lost as well but it is joyful when we find our way home.
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Kim Nelson
February 15, 2015 at 2:07 pm
I adore both stanzas/sections. Together, they create a full picture of love’s peaks and valleys and our humanity within relationships.
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Grace
February 15, 2015 at 1:50 pm
Nice one ZQ ~ I think we have the same winter weather ~
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Poppy
February 15, 2015 at 12:04 pm
Whether it be ‘wind in white out, whirling haste’, or a drowning downpour – both blinding – finding one’s way home, comforts the heart and soul, and tired, but at last, clear eyes.
Wishing you a lovely week ahead.
Poppy
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magicalmysticalteacher
February 15, 2015 at 11:52 am
Love is a great help. Fortunate are those who are found by it.
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Kora-Leah Meet Faust Wilson
February 15, 2015 at 11:26 am
claiming foolish is not so bad,
a wise thought here.
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Kerry O'Connor
February 15, 2015 at 11:19 am
It is a fearful thing to spin out of control.. good to know you found the way back home again.
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Chelsea Leming Joseph Bernice Halligan
February 15, 2015 at 10:15 am
very bold thoughts ….
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Mary
February 15, 2015 at 9:34 am
Home is a place where you are always welcome, despite the times one has made the wrong turns along the way! Happy Valentine’s Day to you, ZQ. (Despite the blizzard)
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
February 15, 2015 at 9:24 am
Driving through snow – such a grace to be home.. Sometimes reasons to go out has to be pretty compelling…
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ManicDdaily
February 15, 2015 at 9:02 am
Yes–a lot of anxiety here–you describe the blizzard super well–and the slowing down. Thanks. k .
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brian miller
February 15, 2015 at 8:38 am
thank goodness for love…and grace…
we got snow last night finally…and 50-60 mph winds…
i was driving home through the mountains
and my heart thudded with each rock
of the van…glad for grace in getting home..
smiles.
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