Geezer

Oct 03, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Snow-tire Blues

Dead bicycles lying on their sides

Covered by the cold satin-white of snow

Waiting for the return of Spring

And the heat of pale winter legs

Pumping life through them in ressurection

Icy fingers of cold water dripping to a freeze

Pointing to the blue-white footsteps

Of child's play in the yard

Snowmen playing children's games

Dressed in rags of Hawiian-shirts

Bermuda-shorts, and straw hats

Gaudy shreds of Christmas wrappers

Keeping company with stumps of needle shedding

Broken lighted holiday icons of joy

The faith and knowledge of summer gone

Along with floating turkeys and school play Pilgrims

Grim days, grey and pregnant with threats

Frozen batteries, and jumper-cables in the trunk

Holding down the frisbees and fishing poles

Waiting...alert for the tremble of leaping fish

Oh, summer where have you gone?

Wait for me, I'll catch up

I just have to shovel this drive-way and walk

Fill the bird-feeder, and bring in the fire-wood

Then together we will rest, with a hot cup of coffee

Dreaming of those days when we are reunited

— Geezer, Oct 03, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Critiques

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

Stay warm my friend (gets a lot colder there I believe than here

Hey Gee, I like this little number, love the way you are just trying on lots of different stuff all the time, I am LOVING it, fantastic... You have such a spirit & I adore you (& your wifey). Love the way you've turned around the common reminiscing to a lamenting of the festive element because the cold is a pain (we still haven't emerged into warm whether yet, feels like winter still & we have hit spring... though the Otters & I had a few days at the beach, the kids got in the water but brave as I am, not me). Good sense of fun & abando here I reckon. Stay warm my friend (gets a lot colder there I believe than here) Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

It still...

hasn't gotten as cold as it will get here. No snow yet and our temps are still in the 40's at night. {fahrenheit] not celsius [an archaic system, we Americans still cling to, along with inches and feet.] Yes, I am always trying new things. I love the English language, and all it's little quirks. If language is what puts us above the animals, then it is our use of it, that makes us more or less the masters of all that we see and imagine. Thank you for the time you take to comment and send your confidence. I love that you and others take the time out of your busy lives. I feel especially special. ~ Gee

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

You ARE especially special Gee!!! no question

Yes, I think NY would KILL me (shudder)... & yes, I had a chuckle at the Farenheit thing, but we were imperial here still when I was little. I remember the change as a wee thing (or the adjustment more likely, the change may have been earlier), we had to "double it & add 32" (right now it's only 15C here 4pm Sunday... whats that, rond 62F I guess?... brrrr, did you say 40F?) to get from celsius to what we understood as weather temps back then, you learn so quick as a kid though... & remember my scientist is a Californian so we chuckle on such things occassionallyI'm still adjusting to spending so much time in the presence of an American, never would have dreamed it would happen, I'll probably always have to be adjusting to that I suspect, I think had he not spent so much time in South America we might not have such a solid connection. Sometimes I wonder about you, how many miles you must have done in your time, the different flavours of your country & its people, fascinating. No doubt it will come to me bit by bit in your writing. xx Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Oh yes...

I love that I have had such a grand life. I may be broke and struggling right now, but I am rich with the experience of all the places I have been and the people that I have met. Indeed, I try to write about all the flavors I have tasted. America and the states have such a diversity of cultures. I have rubbed elbows with a great many of them too. I never made it to California, but I know that it is one of those progressive places, that often has a lot of things way before we do here. I heard once that they have drive-thru stores. Imagine that!` Well, thanks for your comments, and you will for sure, get more America. probably more than you want. ~ Gee

orgami

16 years 8 months ago

nothing like snow tires

I remember those things when I used to drive i havent driven in years (four huge assed epilepsy attacks and a few hospitalizations and nuerosurgeon who tested and then wrote to MTO to take it away Nice doctor from Sudbury too) but before those I remember fifteen inch five bolt thread rims the weight of those babies the feeling of invincibility with two hundred pounds of sand in bags in the trunk and the big block v-eight up front Yup nothing like snow tires those all seasons were for wimps and they even came in whitewalls (actually had them in later years) Great Poem Geezer Love the dead bike part too you have captured the winters

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Snow...

I don't mind the ice and snow, but I hate the cold. I used to drive those big old American cars. I had a '57 Chrysler Imperial, 4,780 lbs. It went through everything like a tank. Had a 413 in it, with push-button auto. tranny on the dash. Every year, I see bicycles lying in the snow, waiting for kids to come and give them life. A little oil and polish and they are resurrected, gliding away on adventures. I have an old bicycle I am going to get going over the winter. Maybe Jason and I can ride together on the bike-path. Anyways, glad you liked it. Thank you, ~ Gee

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Oh Yes

Apt Title, great words and such a tale of life. I have enjoyed this immensely. I find that life's little chores always comes before that much earned rest and cuppa. And all those bikes, to once again, feel those legs pumping life back into them. This is brilliant, Gee. Thank u for sharing your amazing winter snow. Love to you and yours. Love lyz. XX

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Yes, yes...

Want some snow? I'll try and get Loki to give you some. LOL You can have as much of ours as you want. I'm sure no one here will mind. LOL I don't know about brilliant, but I think it is one of my really good ones. And it all came from seeing one line in a book I am reading! I just wish we could have snow at about sixty or seventy degrees, impossible, but if... anyhow, thank you for your kind comments. I always look forward to seeing what you think of my new posts. I'm glad you like this one. Higgest bugs and lotta love,~ Gee

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Gee

LMAO while your organising snow I would like a dump at xmas on my front lawn lol but it would last about a minute in our summer heat lol just once it would be nice to have a white xmas lol one day fingers crossed ;) ... seeee your poem is good you got me rambling when I ramble its gooood :) your just getting started Gee I think your best is yet to come and I cannot wait :) love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Glad to make you ...

ramble, and about that snow. Too bad I really couldn't make it happen. I would love for everyone to have a white Christmas, at least once in their lives. Even if it was gone right after the opening of the presents, and dinner. We haven't had a real white Christmas in a while. We have had snow a few days previous, but by the time that Christmas came, the snow was all dirty and nasty. Just something that you wanted to be rid of. I am trying to be as good as I can, and hope that I can live up to your expectations. I understand fully about the rhyming, and I didn't even know that poetry didn't have to rhyme until I was about mid-teens. I thought that anything that didn't rhyme was like a narrative or something. You stretch out beautifully, when you write, rhyming or no. Rhyming is almost second nature to me. When I write, I think in rhyme. I just can't help it! It is an effort for me to not write in rhyme. Now who is rambling? Love and higgest bugs of all, ~ Gee

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Along with floating turkeys and school play

Oh the floating turkeys,codswallop ( in N. they celebrate Christmas eating cod with red wine!!!!)and oh this is a great piece of fun and shivers, fires and Pilgrims, dead byicycles, hawain skirts and frisbees. I love the crazy tumbling pictures that career past my mind in this poem, the sight of the cycle lying in the snow and the heat of pale Winter legs, fingers of water pointing to blue-white footsteps, Bermuda shorts, and straw hats and all. Oh what a dance, oh what a wallop of a poem, a rollock of a poem a Winter mixed with Summer Christmas pudding of a poem, dear Sir Geezer, sipping your coffee in carefree abandon looking on amused while we are cavorting through your peom here. The stuff that Summer dreams are made of with love from your absurd Queen Ann

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Cavort...

All you like. I am so pleased at the response I have gotten with this one. When you [gush] over something I have written, I can barely contain myself. I feel like dancing, and hollering, [ I guess that you could call it cavorting]. Absurd? I think not! I have it on great authority that the Queen of England cavorts once-in-awhile. How do you think she fell and broke her wrist? LOL I have learned much, and hopefully will continue to learn from all of you here. You have been such an inspiration to me, my Queen. Since you have made me a knight of the realm, I have traveled far and wide, making many new friends and cementing bonds with those whom I have been friends with since I first emigrated here to Neopoetland. Thank you for making me a first-class citizen. ~ Sir Gee