Thursday, January 12, 2006

Beneath the ice we waited.

Grimlin snow suddenly starts,
Forgotten but now remembered in
That time when it just happens.
When you go outside
Ironically, at last, because
You were waiting, because
The children know it as
If it is the first time, as if
With sliding and laughing
Or with simply lying
In the snow, watching, that
The change in dullness
And staying inside is made
Into that strange situation
Of happiness.

And who could guess that state?
But we know because
Beneath the ice we waited.

7 comments:

Russell Ragsdale said...

I realize that I have cheated with this tag. But you can see what a great title and concluding line it is! So sue me, ok!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Jolly good cheet, virgin snow and the pure joy of just thinking about the fun that can be had, what's the tag then I'm intreegued

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! It was a multiple cheat: the tag was old and on Andrew at Philosophical Poetry and in addition was passed on to somebody else. I took it up because I liked it. It was to use the line "Beneath the ice we waited" as the starting line of an original poem. Give it a shot and then tag someone else. It's a lot of fun!

elkenarra said...

in my country never snows!! but i like the end line.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks elkenara! I have also come from a place where it almost never snows but, here in Central Asia, we get plenty. Thanks for the comment! I've been enjoying reading your blog, as always, my friend.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thanks Russel I will

Russell Ragsdale said...

Can't wait to see it, Sue!