Snow Falls

snow falls in the darkness
drops like the latest style
it’s the night’s whitest isle

till the wind picks up and it all goes
sideways like Marilyn Monroe’s
irrepressible dress

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Great movement in the photos and poem. Nice rhyme scheme. A bravura response to this kind weather.

Dave Bonta says:

December 5, 2024 at 8:48 am

Glad you liked that, Peter. The snowfalls were a pleasant surprise before bed.

Love where this went!

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Via Negativa is a unique experiment in daily, poetic conversation with the living and the dead. Dave Bonta founded the site in 2003 and Luisa A. Igloria joined in 2010. Guest authors contribute as well. Dave writes daily erasure poems to discover the poetry hidden in the Diary of Samuel Pepys. Luisa has been writing and posting a poem a day since November 2010, often in response to Dave’s entries at The Morning Porch. Collections of poems first published at Via Negativa include Luisa’s The Buddha Wonders if She is Having a Mid-Life Crisis and Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser, and Dave’s Ice Mountain and Breakdown: Banjo Poems. Read more…

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