The chill weather
that weaves straight into my body
never made me cool
when I was in youth stream.
Now when the old age embraces me
with all the dried features
chill weather stopped thrilling me
but to say in a word ,killing,me in true sense
putting a freeze on all my desires
and capping on all my wants
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
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Comments
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i liked your take on the prompt, and the imagery was also very nice. i feel like this could be cleaned up a bit, grammatically, but otherwise it was well done.
thanks for entering and goodluck

