even sister moon shivers
blanketless
these drilling days
of winter’s last cold
there’s funeral, up where land
has to be chiseled
to make room for her
such an art; ice sculptures
like jackfish, pulled from deep
unfrozen lake, to freeze
immediately upon reaching air
earth opens her brain-freeze mouth
to swallow another dear far-flung friend
and I am afraid of spring
these thoughts, stacking up
like mourners over a grave
know sinkholes come in spring
I can not feel my fingers
as I place a freeze-dried
seed that will sprout
crocuses before all else
dares to raise their dirty-snow heads
Author notes
#3
For Bowee
In a list
A contest entry
- Winter to Spring (Picture contest with tons to choose from) by Moonlit-Reveries.
450 points, ended March 14, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very creative. Nice descriptions and personifications for this picture. I especially like the last stanza, the first line in particular Thanks for entering and best of luck in my contest.
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ty moonlit
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"there’s funeral, up where land
has to be chiseled
to make room for her"
Sighhh...Ahhh, Lady...what an immaculate penning this is, my dear Friend...Such sorrow, such Hope pours throughout each line...Beautifully done, my Sister...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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I was playign with some form with this....ty gf.
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