The path that shines with temporary frost,
our footsteps left in white outlines,
fingers blue and stiff from cold,
yet we still pick up the snow and throw it.
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Written December 29th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- ~The Spirit of Winter~ (a collab. with zt) by crisstiena.
300 points, ended January 10, 2006, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very cool poem. Rather a blend of tanka & haiku in flavor. As long as you haven't banished your inner child, there is something almost urgent to making snowballs when the materials are at hand. It doesn't matter how little snow there is or how cold you are, it's just gotta be done. Nicely written!
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doesn't this just show the true aspects of winter, we shy from its coldness and the dangers it produces but despite it all we can have fun in it, wonderful finale to this short offering
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Oh bravo! This is lovely. I adore short sharp poetry [I care
not a whit for form, style or meter] and this is no exception.
You certainly convey the crisp blueness of the spirit of winter here. And the last line really is outstanding.
Thank you from both of us for entering, and good luck!
~ crisstiena
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