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On a Winter Night

 

 

 

 

 

I heard the, “ting, ting,

ting ting ting” of

wind chimes struggling

 

in an intermittent bluster

of relentless snow

pummeling like

 

rude, crystal pedestrians

and the wind chimes were

the daunted tourists,

 

stuck in the frightening

hurried frenzy of

winter’s frigid surge.

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  • ashjoe76
    February 16

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    Hey, the ting ting of the windchimes is so familiar to me, though the winter you describe is not. I can always imagine its effects, and your poems are so much helpful in that. Congrats and best regards!


  • Amera gold member
    February 16

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    Oh my friend! The imagery in this is wonderful and makes me so thankful I live in Florida.

    Love,
    Amera


  • Margaret Denham
    February 15

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    To read about something I've never experienced and come away feeling cold says a great deal about the effect your words can have. Best wishes in the contest.

    Margaret


  • simply empy
    February 15

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    I can imgaine the chimes tangling together as the wind blows through them. My only problem is that most of this piece is in lower case.

    "In an intermittent bluster
    OF relentless snow
    Pummeling like

    Rude, crystal pedestrians"


    Great job

  • luna-midnight gold member
    February 15

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    awww this is a beautiful write =)
    good luck in the contest, this poem potrays snowy weather very well...so cold..but enchanting!
    wonderful
    stephanie =)


  • ardentMarch gold member
    February 15

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    this is really cool - I love your metaphor here...wonderful poem!


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