This week let’s write a poem with the words dark, frost and long in it. This is another of those prompts where I “randomly” choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.
shielded by the dark
the frost turns to hard, clear ice
longing for some warmth
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Excellent haiku. Well done!
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Thanks, Bart! 🙂
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Lovely poem, Susi!
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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Beach
Dark solstice night
Punctuated by a full moon
Frosty water makes me long for warmer days
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Welcome to Winter! Well done.
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You know, I *never* look at these posting before I write something…
It seems that I was not the only one to get a haiku vibe this week!
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Her dark silky hair
Frost from the moonlight’s dance shone
Throughout this long night
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Sensual. Well done!
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despite ice and frost
my yuletide camellia
burns rubyred
through the long dark winter
stoking its own fire
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This is meant to be a tanka, with the lines centered. I typed it in that way, but WordPerfect lined it up.
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Yeah, WordPress comments don’t allow for much formatting. I encourage you to post this to your blog where you can do more of that kind of thing and the post the link here.
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Gorgeous! Love that last line.
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Thanks so much!
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Hmmm a dark forest casts long shadows…
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Excellent one-liner!
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Haha I may actually write a longer one
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The Weiner was longer
than the bun, dark, frostbitten
No hotdog for me
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Ha! An American Haiku, doubly so because it features hotdogs. Love it!
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Response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday three word prompt Dark, Frost, Long
Cycle of Life
Cold dark nights
Eternity covered in biting frost
Trees long on earth sag
beneath the weight
Frigid wind cuts through limbs
aged and brittle
New growth has ceased
decay creeps ever upward
Barren branches creak
the ground shakes
A massive limb breaks free
thundering to the ground
The forest rejoices
a limb to feed the soil
The trees weep
another ancient is dying
Roots dry and shatter
beneath the frozen ground
making room for seedlings
The cycle of life continues
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Love the second line and the general anthropomorphism of trees. Great work!
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Thank you so much Bartholomew! 😊
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It was cold and dark
I knew it would be frosty
How I long for spring
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A winter haiku. Excellent!
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