How to Keep Warm in an Avalanche
To be buried while I’m still alive? One of my greatest fears—
tons of snow muffling my screams and freezing all my tears.
If I knew rescue was coming and had sufficient air,
how would I keep from panicking in this wintry lair?
Perhaps I’d think of old loves, from sixth grade up to now.
Every silent signal. Every declared vow.
The first boy who “chose” me—the pleasure that was new
of knowing I’d been noticed by a boy or two.
Unsure and not quite ready, those crushes quickly passed
as they moved on to other girls that I considered fast.
I lived up to the adage “sweet sixteen and never been kissed”
and started to be sorry for what I knew I’d missed.
By seventeen, I found out and luckily my first
was all that I had hoped for—like slaking a long thirst.
I remember all of that initial long embrace.
His heartbeat next to mine, his fingers on my face.
The dizziness, the giddiness. I couldn’t walk quite straight.
All that was wrong with that first kiss was that it came too late.
Though there have been other lovers, I must admit to this.
Never did another compete with that first kiss.
Then I’d think back to others, up to the present day,
making mental lists and then remembering what I may.
Cowboy, lawyer, carpenter, railroad man and teacher,
but no accountant, coach or doctor, bank robber or preacher.
Bartenders, salesmen, bass players and once a Green Bay Packer
would join this list of loves, but ne’er a lazy man or slacker.
I’d think and think, remembering names without the written word.
A tourist guide, two salesmen and a computer nerd.
And after a long night of this, kept warm by memories,
they’d find me curled up in a ball, my arms around my knees,
covered in a blanket of fine-sifted powdery snow,
caught fast in dreams of those who kept me warm so long ago.
(Yes, a reprint from almost exactly a year ago, but there is stuffing to make and a turkey to bake so give me a break for Thanksgiving’s sake!)
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/teach-your-bloggers-well/
Ah, you brought back a memory, not in verse, I’m afraid. Yours is great. I’ll blog my avalanche story tomorrow. About someone I love, but not a lover.
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Help – how do I do a pingback? I’m a real novice at blogging.
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Go to the url of your blog you have the poem or story on. Copy it. Then leave a message in my comments and paste the url in your comment. If you need further instruction about how to copy and paste, tell me and I’ll give more details instructions.
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Thanks Judy, I’ll try that.
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Posted avalance story today; did you get it?
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Just read it. I left a comment there. Thanks for notifying me personally, though. I’ve been rushing around all day and hadn’t had time to read my comments or other blogs…Did you figure out how to pingback?
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Not sure if I actually accomplished the pingback. What I need is a teenoir over my shoulder. Next blog about that. Barb
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Or an eight year old!!!
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
I certainly think being buried alive in an avalanche qualifies as a disaster, don’t you?
For Daily Addiction’s Prompt: Disaster.
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