Glittering Ice

Take a moment and consider ice. Sometimes smooth and glassy, other times sharp and cruel. Deceptive in the shadows, yet splendid in the sun. Magnificent inch-high sculptures carved by the wind sit most times unnoticed by those passing by. Glittering ice reflecting the warm winter sun takes one’s clouds of breath away.

The stiff air is hard to breathe, as I stand outside pondering these things.

I love the little things in life. The everyday things. Wonderology.~C.L.H.

OneWord: “Wealth”

Oneword is a handy little website that ignites the imagination by prompting you with one word and 60 seconds to write about it. If you’ve never tried it, or even if you have, give it a click and have a go at today’s word. A little while ago the word of the day was “wealth”, and I came up with this poetic, rather severe sounding tidbit:


The word of the day is the same for everyone. I do not know at what time zone the site is, but it changes sometimes twice a day and sometimes not at all. Despite the inconsistency however, Oneword gives the gears of your mind a nice shove in a creative direction. Feel free to comment with your brain exercise!

Before the Curtain Rises

A hush, louder than a roaring wind,

winds its way deep into many.

Breaths come shallow.

Eyes stare expectantly into the dark.

A chilling wait, like a thousand years,

freezes those eager for action.

Behind the ancient red barrier,

thespians’ costumes are perfect.

Hairspray galore!

Everyone’s waiting, though not all reasons

are the same. I’m excited for one.

It’s familiar territory.

We hope as one the acts all go well.

Minutes before, some legs were broke.

No luck for us.

I breathe deep. My mind clears and fills with thoughts

so familiar, rehearsed, almost stale.

I’m no longer myself outside.

The Sir

The Sir


This specimen

I interest in

Its qualities abound.

Upon solid ground

Its sole transportation

With some speculation

Was discovered in

Its long abdomen.

Sparkling scales

Skyrocketing sales

Surround a slender

Skeleton. An expert blender

In its habitat

Slithering slyly this way & that.

Silently slipping

Into the Mississipping

Out of sight

So as not to cause fright

To an innocent bystander.

While some slander

“Goodness sake”

You can count on the snake.