Alive and cold here, snow covers all horizontal. Windless dawndark. A great silence like a speechless child. Heat machines spark, burn and ravage flame. Pent up warmth, a leopard prowls through tin, then its fog wisps a moonwalk, vanishing, words unspoken. Slant snow too high for the tongue, glimmers-surrounds a road lamp, maintains the eye on white. Dark trees, a woolten shepherd, vertical ideas, sentinels as dark as wire, hold the nighttime, allowing the sun a faux return, so reticent and obscure, rumored at a specific hour. Watchers scrape frost-ice from shatter proof glass. A pendulum, a winter grinding sound. Maniacal whorl. Storm air from the top of the world plummets bare skin like an exquisite word choice in a forming word string, disguised as poetry. Boiled coffee, sudden, already tepid on lips fevered again from virus bred-on-wax-stick from last time. There would be mittens removed only to touch radio buttons, a tiny dancer, a gyroscope, spins warming the earth. God provides a diversion: a rogue-chested deer, his head too heavy, eyes cast down with hunger, along the road, over snowbank, his nostril vapor transcendent toward first sunlight.

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Comment by J.P. Hart on February 11, 2019 at 1:11pm

Monday~Monday {thread pushing with archive comments) {Be active! Be very active}

Love the image of "...steam transcendent..." I always think of "fogging breath." or "breath fog translucent"... "transcendent" is so much cooler. R&R

jmac1949
DECEMBER 17, 2013 09:19 AM
Much beautiful language here... "Great silence like a speechless child."
That nails it. Really, really, good stuff. Never heard the word woolten before. Google showed nothing except it is available on EBay. Very descriptive though. R

Gerald Andersen
DECEMBER 17, 2013 10:02 AM
Rather a stark scenario.
A cold dark stormy world that seems to beseech speech, the Word…

A great silence like a speechless child.
leopard prowls through tin, then its own fog steams a moon walk, vanishing, words unspoken.
Storm air from the top of the world plummets bare skin like an exquisite word choice in a forming word string, disguised as poetry.

James M. Emmerling
DECEMBER 17, 2013 10:23 AM
I'm ready to be transported. Immediate Images abound. R

Marilyn Sands
DECEMBER 17, 2013 03:36 PM
I like it to be warmer when this kinda stuff happens, James..
" Maniacal whorl.
Storm air from the top of the world
plummets bare skin
like an exquisite word choice
in a forming word string, disguised as poetry"

humidity loosens my brain cells

James M. Emmerling
DECEMBER 17, 2013 04:48 PM
was like walking atop a wedding cake today, not so cold though

Damon E Walters
DECEMBER 17, 2013 08:04 PM
Dr. J-Well it's not always warm. No cotton candy for you! If humidity loosens your brain cells...imagine what humility would do. Har har.
O these mansions of glory in an era of $150 running shoes.
Dayglo his shoes leapt opposite the monoxcide cloud of yellow-lamped traffic.
Ol' man winter, ol' man winter, he must know something, but don't say nothin' that ol'man winter, he just keeps rollin' along...

James Hart
DECEMBER 18, 2013 06:00 AM
J-i agree with you. Later on I altered 'vapors' as steam recurred rather amateurishly... 'toward' sunlight (last line) is now in place instead of 'in the sunlight'. Translucent is a good one, yes. Whereas iridescent should be harbored for the last minute of high-summer night when golden light flashes green algae amidst chromium yellow lilies; the red canoe of slight shutter to first cool breeze. Thanks for the insight.
G-generous observation. Thank you. Woolten is a synonym for woolen, and I don't know the etymology, though I suggest it is obsolete albeit a conversational fit for this digital sphere. Generally I roll along or do nothing. Herewith, Leopard and Shepherd attempted to sleek, lurk-prowl mysteriously. Once to the ether, the paradox was igniting a cold car; the faker is that my garage is heated, and I don't have to be anywhere during the predawn; the descriptor 'Maniacal whorl' was an oblique attempt to demonstrate the rush of arctic air from the auto's heating mechanism. Bit of a stretch apparently. Odd crafting nowadays what with disambiguation.
Admittedly, the work needs work, possibly should be archived, although I am happy to see interaction here--and there are several worthy 'captures' if not high-flown originality such as the temperature of the dawnlight snow accumulation whereas it accumulates on all things horizontal. All this after the leopard followed the diminished heat skyward through heating ducts.
Outodoors, then, the vertical ultimately became juxtaposition for
the diligent observation and guardedness of the shepherd. During which the deep winter sun threatened to withhold life force. Finally startled by a stag which may or may not have been harkened by the (winter, you know) first rays of sunlight.

James Hart
DECEMBER 18, 2013 06:28 AM
M-mistletoe (n.) Look up mistletoe at Dictionary.com
Old English mistiltan, from mistel "mistletoe" (see missel) + tan "twig." Cf. Old Norse mistilteinn, Norwegian misteltein, Danish mistelten. The second element is cognate with Old Saxon and Old Frisian ten, Old Norse teinn, Dutch teen, Old High German zein, Gothic tains "twig." Venerated by the Druids; the custom of hanging it at Christmas and kissing under it is mentioned by Washington Irving.*

M-my reflexive spelling was missiletow. How paternal/phallic of me.
Best rhyme evah: mistletoe/snow. I see that carnation pink, Marilyn, and think, when do we have that ____. Honestly,
I don't remember the last time I had a martini. Wait. It was
a lemon drop martini. Thought I had enuff went back for more. Har har.
Also, there's something about a fast elevator and high-heeled sneakers.
True story. Maybe not.
Happy Holidays, Honey!

*{highlighted and pasted here from the Online Etymology Dictionary}

James Hart
DECEMBER 18, 2013 07:00 AM
D-excellent incongruity: Red Wing work boots and a tuxedo. You've given me good visual on a novelty cake: Frosty the Snowman!

Frosty's Winter Wonderland - The Full Movie

James Hart
DECEMBER 18, 2013 07:16 AM
You manage to make a cold winter morning sound like a good place to be. Well done.

just phyllis
DECEMBER 18, 2013 10:36 AM
Love how you use language to make the incongruous not just possible, but visible.

Rosigami
DECEMBER 18, 2013 11:05 AM
Windless dawndark.
I know that place.

rita shibr
DECEMBER 18, 2013 09:58 PM
Red wing work boots and a tuxedo, my oh my.

Mistletoe fetched from out back and hung as every year, when I hear the boots kick the snow off on the back porch. .. well then Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night JP!

rita shibr
DECEMBER 18, 2013 10:03 PM
J, R, R-thanks for the special comments!
Here are poems for you (traditional 5,7,5)

Three Christmas Haiku

Night far, glorious
Chimney smoke, December moon
Pine, hearth, wine, peace star

Church bells caroling
Dove bevy, indigo dawn
Planes, fast trains, homeward

Angels, deer shadow
Bright stars, noon snow on Christmas
Red cloth, green, candles

James Hart
DECEMBER 19, 2013 07:11 AM
What is with this windless dawndark thing? Sounds like I could use a bit of it.
Here? Alive and warm , a great silence like a pregnant she-swampmoster.
Waiting for her to give birth to my next inconsequential worry.
She is squatting over my head.
God provides a diversion: tv! An episode of BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER.
Love that gal.

James M. Emmerling
DECEMBER 20, 2013 03:23 PM
monster I mean. she is a pregnant she swampmonster.

James M. Emmerling
DECEMBER 20, 2013 03:25 PM
J-
What is with this windless dawndark thing?
What is with this windless dawndark thing?
God provides a diversion

Here, Hart's [windless dawndark] is an example of convoluted foray, as the reader's cognoscente eye (early poem) is already preoccupied on image(s) 'Leopard' 'Shepard' whereas (what may be considered reverse allegory, at least for sake of this abbreviated reply) that is, listener's consciousness at this point attempts to 'watch' and 'hear' continuing to see an alert shepherd, the flock guardian ghostlike in the dawndark--statuesque in the stasis of mindlessness--yet present while the arcane treachery, or startling perception of 'unknown primal threat' prowls to an unimaginable dramatic level, potentially gone to rarefied strata. Later, we learn Leopard has sneaked through the duct work and perhaps observed a form grinding an auto to start from its tenuous December night. .

The twenty hour nights here in the Midwest remain arctic, merciless as a ticking clock; the streets are punctuated with homicides. Insouciant, unbelievably cruel murders by deranged men are rampant. Must have much to do with bad chemicals, ubiquitous guns, as well as the ceaseless coarse of alpha-evil. This morning glare ice smothers all pavement--street lamps are faded yellow, layered ice dimming the globes--a blizzard with hellish, low-flown and horizontal wicked spikes of pelting sleet is imminent.

The storm approaches like a cadre of ravenous, blood-dripped hounds. There is an optimized suspicion within such a lull. Overhead yesterday at noon thousands of turkey vultures patrolled the desolate forest. Their huge, prehistoric perpetual motion; their shadows blackening the rain. This means that the deer are starving.

Buffy? I have not seen the show.
I really like her.

James Hart
DECEMBER 21, 2013 11:43 AM
ok thanks for explaining.
yeah buffy would clean up your town toot sweet.
her goodness is a beacon for the rest of us fly-by-nighters, to
make good the way for this one you mention,
the flock guardian ghostlike in the dawndark--statuesque in the stasis of mindlessness--yet present while the arcane treachery, or startling perception of 'unknown primal threat' prowls to an unimaginable dramatic level

James M. Emmerling
DECEMBER 21, 2013

Comment by koshersalaami on February 11, 2019 at 2:17pm

I like it, I don’t remember if I read it the first time. 

Comment by Robert B. James on February 11, 2019 at 4:13pm

Dr. Hart, I missed you. Though for sure you were froze in somthing. Emmerling...Returns. 

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 15, 2019 at 10:15am

K~I understand~I think I know~ some of us remember EVERYTHING: pride and disgrace, ebony and ivory at eye level, an insane creak of mortise and peg watchtower sway~

R~Gloria persuaded OM with her strong-hankering toward another one of her 'world parties'. Those two and their 'done yesterday list' has kept me running. They've taken the very best, no? I mean, really? Clean and shoeshine over three-hundred pair of shoes? Bright as rhinestones!? I mean really?
And for sure, Beulah and the Blue Northerns party-hardy on & on down in the carriage house~mostly with ecclesiastical /ˌkaləsˈTHeniks/.

But then the annualization of Parkland as well as that rehash fire of the little prisoner children in Guatemala...along with incessant nearby violence.
Cruel reality. Good vs. Evil...
R~we'll be free, won't we?

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