Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 194,042 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Opening Volley - Poem by Kelly Kurt

The first of the snowflakes appeared
Petite and lonesome vanguard
Unimposing as it drifted unhurriedly
Ornamenting the asphalt pro tem
Silent speck of a puddle in an instant
The legions, noting its sacrifice
Launched their massive assault
Stripping the air of its lingering heat
Piling the fallen forces in bitter blankets
The war zone, stark and pallid
Calf deep at first light

Topic(s) of this poem: life, snow

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Way too early for this much! ! : -)

Comments about Opening Volley by Kelly Kurt

  • Dimitrios Galanis (12/22/2015 12:26:00 PM)

    Before attempting it I wonder whether my translation could describe in poetitcal terms the same impression of the english verse. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (12/22/2015 3:42:00 PM)

    I speak a little German and I have tried to translate some of my work. Sometimes it is close, others.....Not so much.: -) But worth the attempt

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  • Akhtar Jawad (11/22/2015 7:56:00 AM)

    Calf deep at first light
    What a poetic description, an amazing poem.
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    Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 8:24:00 AM)

    Temps near 50 and heavy rain later this week will melt most

  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/21/2015 5:29:00 PM)

    Yep, I'm right there with you! Snowy and slippery this morning. I was out walking in it last night and marveled the look of the semi-snow as it danced around light posts and then disappeared, dripping. I donned my gloves and my boots, but I forgot my coat. Curly, your poem is really beautiful... I like the way you've put your words together, forming potent images and a nice flow to the conclusion of calf deep snow. Well written. I enjoyed it! TFS! .. Oh and the title... Spot on! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 7:15:00 PM)

    I've been called worse.: -)

    Pamela Sinicrope (11/22/2015 5:31:00 PM)

    Thanks Kelly... I'll try to remember not to call you curly.. It's my annoying iPhone again... Changing my words!

    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 11:19:00 PM)

    You are wonderful poem critic, Pamela. You understand intent, suggestion and form, and point out the importance of the title. Thanks

  • Brian Mayo (11/21/2015 1:07:00 PM)

    Your poem put me right in the middle of battle and left me standing, a lone survivor, looking at a stark, cold landscape. Well done, Kelly. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 3:49:00 PM)

    Thank you, Brian. I am glad it was received well

  • Edmund Strolis (11/21/2015 5:35:00 AM)

    Of course we get the idea of rain saturating the ground and then having nowhere else to go they puddle, sometimes flood but snowflakes, these delicate crystallized constructions, so seemingly fragile and improbable gather in individual insignificance, a speck of a puddle but as you so wonderfully mix the beauty of science and the display of nature, the heat is stripped and this vanguard is followed by legions. Calf deep, these tiny marvels as viewed microscopically now dust, cover than blanket ankle deep and if the elements are right will remain as legions like winter warriors........I really loved this writing as I eye the Michigan vanguards with suspicion and wonder how deeply buried in my garage my snow shovel is! ! ! Look forward to much more wintry poetry Kelly. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:01:00 AM)

    Thanks, Edmund.5 inches and still coming, up to 4 more expected and then 5 degrees tonight. I have a book signing at the church today and have already shoveled once,

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/21/2015 4:39:00 AM)

    At first light deepness is seen with this interesting imagery shared here. Nice and smooth sharing...10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:02:00 AM)

    A beautiful sight at first light

  • (11/21/2015 12:47:00 AM)

    time to fire up the coal
    only way to keep out the cold
    thanks Kelly
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    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:02:00 AM)

    Layered clothes and poetry help too. : -)

  • Pithy Marvel (11/21/2015 12:13:00 AM)

    may your woodpile be deep
    and your kindling dry
    may that evil white stuff
    never reach the thigh!
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    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:04:00 AM)

    ith over 500 feet of sidewalk to shovel, I hope it never gets that high

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015

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