SATurday

My thoughts n' prayers are will all of those bracing this huge storm!  I called Mom, she has 18" of whiteness and it is still snowing.  She has power, but my brother a few miles away-does not.   I know Mass. was hit pretty hard-2 to 3 ft of snow!  My friend Renee said 1/3 of the state doesn't have power!  Ouch...

I'm trying to play catch-up!  Fate aligned and I went out to lunch with my family this week.  A very rare ocurrance.  Son had an early day of college, hubby was home and daughter had an early release day.  Great time, lots of laughs, but later I became sick.  No one else-just me. Last year, they were sick and I didn't catch a thing.  This year I am the sickly one...I guess it is just my turn.

 Do you have the blahs?  YOU know you just want to snuggle up and watch movies or read! (This is what I am reading, in case you were wondering).  I know growing up in snow country, New England, cabin fever spreads fast n' furious.  I kind of thought not being in that environment, I would be immune-not true!   Lack of sunlight, cold temps and I feel like I'm stuck in a tunnel of tired.  So, when Joy over in the Garden provided the mini challenge, my thoughts went towards lush green!

The rules are simple: write a short poem (or single complete image ) of three to five lines (or more if ambitious, but this is a mini-challenge.)  Choose your lines and subject carefully as you are now going to deconstruct that poem and use each line as the concluding line of a stanza. That is, your first line will end your second stanza, your second line will be the last line of your third stanza, and so forth. Each stanza should have the same number of lines as your original poem. If you wrote a three line original poem, you will end up with a four stanza cascade. This sort of structure will give a slowly building, cascading effect to the piece, hence the name. Hence: This is a modern form Cascade poem~

Here is my short poem to deconstruct:

Swollen green pouches filled with infant stars

Laced with soft Satin memories

Courage scented with infinite possibilities

 Now my poem: 

Hidden Stars

Dreams of hope tucked in spring's whispers

potential clusters gather n' hugs

Swollen green pouches filled with infant stars

Stored splendor reborn

dancing in morning star's light

Laced with soft Satin memories 

Cathedral view shines, as petals unfurl

receptive soul longs for

Courage scented with infinite possibilities

© Ellen Wilson

I hope if you are fighting Cabin Fever you will find a way to gather joy!  I'm off to face the brisk wind, with my hound and gather some insight!

We have a movie from Netflix to watch, later on.  Have you seen  
Perfect Sense? 

In the preview, she wants him to tell her something secret about himself, something no one else knows?   ;D     Ssssssh, don't tell-one of my secrets is:  Sometimes I write poems, from the books I read!   Now, you are wondering aren't you...which book is this poem inspired by?!  lol