frozen locks
circulation sing-song
danced appendages
wild wind whip
Jack Frosted lashes
crystallize
fumble-finger keyed
cold
tempered metal shivers
thaw damn door lock
breathed... by my beseech!
click!
and as leather cracks
ignition dwindles
winding
down to dead
A contest entry
- through the blue door by Cat.
700 points, ended December 12, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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you've really painted a very clear picture here... and i am freezing just reading it
i lived in frozen, northern michigan, right off the lake, where only a few had garages- 5 feet of snow piled on either side of a car that wouldn't start.. ugh
yep.. i know this poem inside and out..
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Mary asked me to help with the judging...
There is a chill to this poem and that feeling is enhanced by the very short, almost abrupt lines - a blue cold... I liked what you did here.
~ Nicolette
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oh...chilling metaphor..this is quite the blue door, I hope it's not this cold!!!
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