Gussied Up: A Poem

White Dresses by Cassandra Armstrong

ere the dawn rises
and pins the sun
like a boutonnière
to pale silk
his cloak a lining of silver
draped in folds trailing lightly
over a glittering floor

to greet the dawn,
the trees put on white dresses
matrons stately in their sunday best
and the little ones
though overweighed by their finery
stand proud nonetheless

the trees are held in dawn’s thrall
branches like dark hair tossed by the wind
sequins of ice crystals
throw prisms of color
tiny rainbows that kiss my skin

i watch this meeting,
this dance between sky and earth
ere the dawn rises

This is a poem about how beautiful the world is after a big snowstorm. This is the stuff that makes living in a place where the air hurts my face worth it. Sister-pome to Of Many Voices.

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Winter’s Arrival: A Tanka

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fashionably late,
Winter shows up with Starbucks
in hand and vengeance
on her mind, dragging her ghosts
behind her, the wailing souls

of a cold blizzard
shrieking curses to the sky;
Winter settles in,
drinks her double-shot mocha,
and prepares to fuck shit up

There’s a blizzard-a-comin’! Winter, as she usually does, came busting through the doors with an agenda: Cause as much destruction as possible. My area could receive 13 inches of snow and winds upwards of 25mph tomorrow. Whether it actually happens remains to be seen. I’m not taking any chances, though, so the appointments I had scheduled for tomorrow are now canceled. If you need me, you will find me on my couch, curled up with a blanket and reading a book.

Today is Tanka Thursday! One of my favorite days of the week because if there’s one form of poetry I like almost as much as haiku, it’s tanka.

Today’s prompt was “fog.” But due to a series of unfortunate Facebook messages, my friend led me to believe the prompt was “ghosts.” So I wrote about ghosts.

That’s what I get for not checking for myself.

I’m not mad, though. I love writing about ghosts, so I’m going with it.

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Of Many Voices: A Poem

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at times it speaks
with the voice of a young child
gentle and quiet and
soft like rose petals

and just as beautiful
sometimes it shouts
its voice loud and furious
and hard like the wall
it tries to knock me into

it can sound sad too
its voice brittle with the breaths of ghosts
and I hear it and think
of times when I felt that way,
when I felt like I
was a ghost

tonight it is not gentle
and there are ghosts outside my window
reaching through the window casing
to touch me with their cold fingers

try as they might,
they cannot reach me
and as I watch this invisible specter
dance through the winter night
I think instead of the morning
and how beautiful the world will look
in its white dress

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Grey: A Haiku

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when the sky goes grey
it’s nature gearing up to
unleash its fury

I’m working through a 365 Days of Haiku writing challenge on Medium. Today is the 21st day and I’m still going strong! I haven’t missed a day yet.

Check out the rest of my haiku. I’m quite proud of what I’ve written so far.

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365 Days of Haiku

I’ve embarked on another haiku challenge! This time, I’m going for 365 Days of Haiku. One haiku every day for a YEAR. It’s a bit daunting, but I’m 16 days into it so far and having a LOT of fun.

Today’s haiku is a love letter to the ocean.

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hand me my wings, please
I need to soar over blue
and feel the ocean

breeze in my feathers
spinning a maelstrom of salt
tingling on my lips

The other haiku you can access on my Medium page.

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Vortices: A Haiku

The wind is being stupid loud today, so I wrote a haiku about it.

there’s a man outside
screaming at the sky, dancing
vortices of wind

Is it normal to feel like you’re cheating on one blogging platform with another? I’ve been doing a lot of writing on Medium. I really like the community, and I’ve made it into their partner program, so now I’m monetized!

Yes, this absolutely is a plug to get you guys to check out my Medium profile. I’m not ashamed of myself at all.

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