With your hands stained blue
turning your lips into a neverending
blanket of white, Jack Frost likes to
linger and lick the back of your mind
making way for brain freezes and
more memories brings for new friends,
new life, and new songs to sing
as the dying of flowers awaits
Jack Frosts grip to breathe again.
Author notes
Prompt: Winter
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [3/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really liked the last two lines. they were well written. the imagery was very nice and your take on the prompt was nice and original as well.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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I love winter
I live in Houston so it's hot here most of the time. Winter is a break from the daily sweat!. This is a very nice poem and the jack frost I know here is much weeker than the one I knew in Nebraska! There the flowers do have to wait a while for jack's grip to loosen up! good job, The Shaker
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very appropriate.
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