Roll down the window!
Let the blizzard
blister cheeks;
fresh,
recycled,
virgin.
One flake lands
glistening as it melts-
no two alike.
Sugar sweetened,
one lump or two
waiting to be stirred.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries 40 words or less #25 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended October 30, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Good poem Pamela, I like how the lines are staggered, perhaps a metaphor of being stirred. Good aliteration within your lines blitter, blistered and sugar, sweetened,stirred. Congrats on the bronze.
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I love this...great metaphor and meaning through out...very creative with lovely imagery...unique as snowflakes we are...thank you for entering.
mystic -
sucha soft delightful stirr of wintry kiss.
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great imagery
unfortunately a bit too well great..you got me feeling the chill of the out door air!! l.o.l. i no like the cold!! l.o.l. good write lady!
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