Lying alone shrouded in snow
Shivering in the blizzard howling
Without a friend for comfort
Like a sailor lost at sea
Curious animals meander near by
Visiting the lonely soul
Only to devastate all that persists
Of one red mitten
Author notes
a mitten faces the wilderness
A contest entry
- the rusted bucket; a personification contest - with nurse chilly by Cat.
800 points, ended February 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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it's like losing a good friend... and the coldness to hands and heart
well done and many thanks for entering this contest
G.x
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i like the personification of lonliness that you attributed to a single red mitten- there is a sense of loss and lonliness that surely a red mitten would feel if it lost its mate. I appreciate your effort here.
thanks so much
m
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