Winterís Fiesta


The rhythm of the wind
snakes between pine trees
and forms a winter Conga line
that sway in drunken revelry

Shadows conduct an orchestra
with batons made of moonlight
and cracking limbs drum
primal beats in fevered unison

At center stage a trio of icicles sing
into microphones of swirling frost
they melt in perfect harmony
as the silent night applauds







Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2012-01-08 at 21:11

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I can't add much to what the others have said. This poem is conceptually excellent and well written. Nice one, Hans.
2012-01-12


shells
It was definitely worth the rearranging, the middle stanza seems to be in the right order now for the rest of the poem, I can "see" it all so clearly. You should be very pleased with the result and I have bookmarked it.
2012-01-12


shells
Beautifully polished, it just seems more fluid, but I have to say I prefer the previous title, but that's just me.
2012-01-11


countryfog
Each stanza is a wonderful image and evocative in its originality, but the third especially reminds me of how good poetry can be and ends on a perfect note.
2012-01-10


shells
Loved this especially your observsations in the opening stanza and a happy new year to you!
2012-01-09