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Winter Walk
by Kathleen Wilson(Santa Fe, New Mexico)
may be read aloud, as a round,
second voice starting
one verse after the other
and continuing:
walking so
quickly
so cold
broad fields frozen
up to the street
past houses
snowy nights
warm lights inside
end
abruptly
it is too cold
to say
anymore
snow melts faster
in front of the houses
the warm inside
of everything
churns like the river
under ice
snow melts faster
in front of the houses
so warm inside
to say anymore
it is too cold
end abruptly
the warm inside
of eveything
nights snowy houses
broad fields
frozen up to the street
walking so
cold
so quickly
to fire still left
in your snowy hills
12/18/2007
note: (to be spoken aloud, according to instructions, if possible)
12/19/2007 Author's Note: Thank you holiday contest judges, for giving this walk a delightful honerable mention in your seasonal contest!
This poem began in the late 70's, and was revised today, as one of my traveling poems, to be spoken aloud, according to instructions, if possible. It is one of a series of poems that I wrote in different cities over the years, that became "landmarks" in my poetic evolution, and which sang inside my head from memory with walking rhythms and phrasing so that I finally began to find ways to make it heard to people outside my head!
Posted on 12/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/20/07 at 07:23 AM I like the idea of a traveling poem....hmmm girl, you so inspirin'!!! MFS |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/30/07 at 08:35 AM awesome write! such great imagery -- i felt winter's chill. love the rhythm. would love to hear it out loud! congrats on POTD, fellow cali girl! PK |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/30/07 at 08:44 PM Congratulations on poem of the day Kath. Well done....Charlie |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/30/07 at 10:30 PM Kathy, congratulations on POTD! What I love about this poem is the contrasts of cold and warm; outside and inside; loneliness and companionship; darkness and light, and beginnings and endings. The repetition of words and imagery create an effect that make me want to travel to Sante Fe. The form makes it perfect for a poetic round.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/31/07 at 02:17 AM Congrats on POTD! Your idea of a poetic round is brilliant and the more I read this the more I can hear the voices intertwining, bringing these simple winter scenes to life, as people "move about" from field to street to hills. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 12/31/07 at 02:27 AM I visualize transformation in this piece, like hollyhocks entwined. Dichotomous voices in two separate poems conjoined in a labyrinth of words. Divergent yet cogent, discovered yet unforeseen. Congratulations on becoming Troubadour Of The Day & Holiday Contest Elite! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 12/31/07 at 03:04 AM I love this winter walking with your words voicing in my head and heart, the imagery - the pace - the feeling - the alerted senses... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/02/08 at 09:09 PM You set the scene so wonderfully here...seems like there is always the "inside" and the "outside" of winter. We need to walk, need to get to know it better. Excellent. Thanks. |
| Posted by Don Matley on 01/03/08 at 05:03 PM I must stop reading your work lest the green-eyed monster doth mock the meat it feeds on.
As a young boy walking home after hours of hockey in sub-zero weather, the walks to warmth seemed endless.I could have used your song to shorten the trips! |
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