{"id":107934,"date":"2022-06-25T10:53:46","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:53:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107934"},"modified":"2022-06-25T12:36:18","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:36:18","slug":"between-the-woods-and-frozen-lake-hour-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/between-the-woods-and-frozen-lake-hour-two\/","title":{"rendered":"Between the Woods and Frozen Lake – Hour Two"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Between the woods and frozen lake…” Robert Frost,\u00a0Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,<\/em> line 7.<\/p>\n

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Between the woods and frozen lake
\nA figment in the snow
\nA foreign sign found at daybreak
\nWhat is it? I don’t know
\nI ponder should I take a look
\nOr simply leave it be
\nA mystery near the little brook
\nSo near and dear to me<\/p>\n

Alas, I muster courage
\nA strength from far beyond
\nTo saunter down the path ahead
\nBeside the frozen pond
\nAnd gaze before this mystery
\nFor any form of sign
\nOf origins or history
\nFor this figment of mine<\/p>\n

As I inched slowly nearer
\nI saw a speck of brown
\nAn outline drawing clearer
\nAmid the snowy down
\nAlas, it was a bottle
\nWith writing worn and faded
\nAn older scrawl-like mottle
\nObviously quite degraded<\/p>\n

I wonder how it got here
\nAnd then I wonder more
\nIt surely held a story
\nI would like to implore
\nAnd so, I grabbed the figment
\nPacked tightly in the snow
\nWith its brownish amber pigment
\nTo see what it may know<\/p>\n

No notes nor scraps of paper
\nI find no signs at all
\nExcept one odd bright blue marking
\nWith a number to call
\nI quickly jot the number
\nAnd give the place a ring
\nWhere a mid-aged man would answer
\nExplaining the whole thing<\/p>\n

“Ten years, I lost my Mother
\nTo that bottle in the snow
\nI wrote my number on it
\nSo maybe one would know
\nNot only had she struggled
\nBut alas, she also lived
\nAnd was loved by oh so many
\nWith a lot more love to give.”<\/p>\n

I hung up and leaned forward
\nThis gift had been for me
\nI poured my bottle down the sink
\nAnd walked beyond the tree
\nReturning where the bottle’d been
\nAnd placed it where it was
\nSo it was there, left to be seen
\nBy one needing some cause<\/p>\n

The figment changed my life that day
\nMy world is better since
\nAnd when I see the snow, I pray
\nThen, through my tears, I wince
\nFor there are many struggling still
\nI hope someday they’ll find
\nThe courage or the sudden will
\nIn that figment of mine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Between the woods and frozen lake…” Robert Frost,\u00a0Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, line 7.   Between the woods and frozen lake A figment in the snow A foreign sign found at daybreak What is it? I don’t know I ponder should I take…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[4880,4969,5039,1806,3456,5038,4971,4970],"class_list":["post-107934","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2022-poetry-marathon","tag-alcohol-recovery-poems","tag-hour-2-prompts-2022","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-robert-frost-inspired","tag-snow-poems","tag-woods-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107934","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107934"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107934\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108151,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107934\/revisions\/108151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107934"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107934"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107934"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}