Miami Aprils always lie
they're summer wolves in sheepskin springs
so hot, doves explode in the sky
and myriad disturbing things
I dry my brow before it's day
and traffic saunas I can't stand.
Thus, off I go to MIA,
a single ticket in my hand.
So take me back to Yellowknife
and chilling winds with piercing wails
return me to the Arctic life
to where the permafrost prevails
You may like beaches and the heat;
if that's your bag, all good and fine,
but landscapes that I find elite
lay well above the timberline.
Goodbye to all the madding crowd.
I'll never miss the mocking sun.
The snowbanks share their secrets loud;
here, thoughts can drown out anyone.
No skyscrapers to block my eyes
no overpass with speeding cars.
A darkened masterpiece surprise,
just me, myself, and countless stars.
So...
give me shovels for the driveway,
a morning workout never hurt.
I'd rather go to work by sleigh
than finding sweatstains on my shirt.
For you, I would risk snowblind light,
hypothermia and gangrene.
For you, I brave subzero night:
to Yellowknife, my frozen queen.
Author notes
To the capital of the Northwest Territories, which is almost as cool as Nunavut. (Iqaluit rules!)
A contest entry
- Show me how good you really are. by EntombedCrystalRose.
300 points, ended April 22, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I have to say... I also now love this poem. Its long, its wordy and looks like its going to be a tough read, but once you start, everything but finishing it melts away. Thank you very much for entering!
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This is one of the most ridiculously off-the-chain things you've ever written, and that's saying a lot, even for you.
Love it to fucking death.
-C
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