by Robert - just a simple man - B.
Member since:
April 12, 2007

COLD CAROLINA

January 26, 2013 07:49 AM UTC
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words & photos©2013 Robert C Burnham

COLD CAROLINA

©2013 Robert C Burnham

 

If this was a novel

There would be a man

On a westbound train

His saddle, neatly stored

In the overhead next to compressed stars

 

But, this is a poem

Unhappy in its existence

With only the two characters

Of you and I

And frozen boot-prints on the moon

 

There’s a door to the future

It has begun to close

Amidst blue icicles growing downward

My new diet

Of scorpions and cranberries

 

We knew what we wanted

We knew more about the composition of stars

Than we let on

But three states, is a million miles

From a morning of Cold Carolina

 

 

 

 

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Whetstone Poetry:

The photographs were taken at 4:00 this morning.

The poem written shortly thereafter.

For an old friend, still afraid to fill her heart.

Comments: 27

Randi Burnham-Brown Jan 26, 2013, 7:58am UTC
Poem is good but who would go outside at 4 in weather like this to get pics. NO ONE BUT YOU! Pretty cold looking pictures, aside from that the are good shots, love the moon.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 26, 2013, 8:08am UTC
Toting both a camera and a walker, wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a coat from L L Bean. Streaker, as usual was naked.
René Allen Jan 28, 2013, 6:09pm UTC
This is so well written Robert, and the visuals really set this poetic work off!

Very, very nice ~ This is NOW FEATURED in Heart Tugs ~ Have a blessed week.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 28, 2013, 9:05pm UTC
Thanks for the Feature, now I'm justified for doing this at 4am - in my pajamas. See, not crazy.

:+)
JOHN BECK Jan 26, 2013, 8:16am UTC
Interesting pun.
Rae M. Jan 26, 2013, 9:03am UTC
Very nice. We have about the same amount of snow here, of course we are more used to it.
Len Maxwell Jan 26, 2013, 12:18pm UTC
I'm guessing scorpions and cranberries are pretty low fat.

An excellent poem and the pictures are gorgeous. I love looking at pictures of the snow.

Featured on the Cold Wall of The Triple Name Club.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 26, 2013, 1:21pm UTC
Pretty much but scorpions are like chicken tenders, there's always a sauce or two to dip 'em in. I like Duck Sauce myself.
Pam Brittain Jan 26, 2013, 2:44pm UTC
Granddaddy long legs love scorpions, but I've never seen them use sauce.

I need a coat, brrrr.
Leslie T. Jan 26, 2013, 6:24pm UTC
This just makes me freeze!! lol Thank goodness it's not that cold where I live.
Angela A. Jan 26, 2013, 7:04pm UTC
Brrrr! You're freezing me here.
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Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 28, 2013, 9:06pm UTC
I can warm you up. But only if your bedroom is fire retardant. Don't want to be buying Donald any new house.

:+)
Angela A. Jan 29, 2013, 10:07am UTC
Well, since I'm living with my father-in-law, I wouldn't wish for the house to burn down either. Lol.
Thanks dearie.
Kushal Poddar Jan 26, 2013, 8:59pm UTC
You know my brother how proud I am for you. This is one example of restrained beauty of your poetry. You tuned this to perfection- the inner rhyme, the haunted unspoken spaces filled with your frozen footmarks, the glistening eyes you watch the world with.... et al.......
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 27, 2013, 10:04pm UTC
Thanks brudder, I cherish your words.
Priscilla P. Jan 26, 2013, 9:41pm UTC
Great pictures and comparisons
Bernard C. Jan 27, 2013, 5:42am UTC
Good poem much enjoyed the photo's as well - has been similar conditions here for almost a week, though this morning the rain has arrived washing the snow away

Thank you for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
Ann Marcaida Jan 27, 2013, 1:40pm UTC
I really like this poem, but I can't say why yet. Clearly, your muse was wide awake.

Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists. Featured.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 27, 2013, 10:04pm UTC
I hope in part because off the raw human emotion - that is being left barren and cold.
Barbara Radisavljevic Jan 27, 2013, 10:10pm UTC
The pictures illustrate so well the mood of the poem.
Priya P. Jan 28, 2013, 2:50am UTC
Your crazy going out that early to get pics and check the mail. And with a walker and naked dog. Sounds like a country song. However, this is a great poem. Reminded suddenly of the time I told you I didn't understand one your poems and you wrote me a poem about it. Ok now I'm chuckling to myself. See what happens to me at 2am. I get looney from insomnia.


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Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 28, 2013, 9:08pm UTC
Gee if we lived in the same neigborhood, imaging what them wee wee hours would be like.... You could join me in the street at 3am, in your pajamas.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jan 28, 2013, 9:09pm UTC
BTW, I didn;t check my mail. the open box was isolated but it was my neighbor's, I closed it back up.

lol - hope there's no postal inspectors on Gather. shhh
Granny Janny Jan 28, 2013, 6:28pm UTC
The imagery caught me in a spell.
Featured on The Muse.
Shelbia C. Jan 28, 2013, 11:19pm UTC
Great photos and I love the poem. I especially like the image of frozen bootprints on the moon
Shelbia C. Jan 28, 2013, 11:19pm UTC
Thanks for posting to Writing Reservoir.
Marilyn (PaintsOnSlate) S. Feb 5, 2013, 9:23am UTC
Fabulous photo and wonderful writing!

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