ice thin panes
buttress my prison
and peering out
at the landscape
suddenly plagued by
virgin highlights of
snow, i mutter,
tasting morning breath.
A contest entry
- blizzard- 3 hours by Cat.
500 points, ended December 14, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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it tends to bounce back.. argh..
this is cute- a take i hadnt expected.. and a topic ive not seen in poetry.. nicely done
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