My sky
is lit with blue
sparkling with the frost
that glistens on the trees.
Your sky
is a vast midnight
glowing with the snow
that reflects a sunless sky.
Our sky
is knit with stars
sparkling in the coolness
that connects our continents.
.
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I’m missing my host families in Finland today, and thinking of the Finnish winter skies that are bright despite the absence of the sun as the snow reflects light so even in the dark, the world glows with light. There is a metaphor here for life!


A poem by Wendy Phillips January 20, 2011
Tags: Fishtailing, poetry, UBC Creative Writing, Wendy Phillips
I like this poem because it captures something that I see often. Suddenly the communication options open when people master a new medium. Finding new media opens up an audience they would not have reached otherwise. I often set up a “Poet-tree” in my class. It fills a wall. A trunk and branches are on the wall. Students can take green leaves and leave a poem on a wall. It’s a non-credit thing, and some years it gets very little interest, but other years it is a hot-bed of creative communication. Students from other classes will come in to read the poems, because hearts are bare on the wall, and voyeurs watch developments with avid interest.
A young man who has poetry in his arsenal has a powerful tool to capture the hearts of the ladies he admires! If he can set his poetry to music, he has even more power. The ladies will be virtually powerless from his charm!
Yes Kyle, poetry is good for something. In Grace Awakening Ben takes full advantage of the fact! 😉
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