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kidnapping

Looking peripherally for my grass,

winter walks towards me
with its hands tight over chest,
glossed in a colossal jacket,

asking for a hat.

I shook my head
as fakeness polluted the air,
while muffled roots like bones
crept through my ear's cave
in oblong cries, inhaling brown breath
stiff as fence slats
without verdant blades.

I've seen the privacy of crops,
rowed as grained wood, peeled

by plowed chem-lines, embroidering frostbite
on December's responsibility ~

I'd rather be clothed
in grasshopper wings clipped to my hearing,
watch barrels of peonias and sunshine
spray nature's emphasis

Author notes

first snow today ~ Friday, November - 28 - 2008

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  • MJ Forgives
    October 31

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    Really good poem. I enjoyed reading it. Your poem caught my attention. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. Love and Peace!
    -Jess


  • natari
    February 6

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    I love good stark imagery. I have a feeling from this you are an outdoorsy person. When I was younger (much younger) I had ponies. I remember once it snowed and my uncle called me to go check my pony. she was galloping across a snow covered field.She had not seen snow before.

    I will return and read more when I have a chance.

    Helen


    • bird at rose
      February 6

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      You're right, I do love nature. And, thanks for sharing your story, now giving an extra touch to my emotion, Helen.

      I want to be in the field right now, but it's nighttime,
      Daisy


  • Desire gold member
    December 7, 2008

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    Wow~

    Now this is imagery to bring a smile to the Mind
    Love the weaving of words~
    also these lines:
    I've seen the privacy of crops,
    rowed as grained wood, peeled

    Excellent Voice!
    Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
    -Throws confetti-
    Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo


    Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
    Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
    Best wishes too
    with much love & light~ Desire~*~



  • Harrisham Minhas
    November 30, 2008

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    This is a beautifully-crafted poem, written with imagry and metaphors.
    It also tells how much you like the summers over winters.
    Great job!

    Thanks for your entry.

    Harrisham Minhas

    • bird at rose
      December 12, 2008
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      You portrayed my poem well ...

      And, I summarize my silver win as shocking! My work can be beautiful to me whether receiving something or nothing, but accomplishments keep me going one step further! One thing though, I wish summer would have snow-like fluffiness that wouldn't melt in dream temperatures hehe.

      Now I've many glossy colors on my poem page, lol, thank you again,
      Daisy

  • tara wilson gold member
    November 29, 2008

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    "glossed in a colossal jacket," i love that ...

    "while muffled roots like bones
    crept through my ear's cave"

    and the fence slats and the barrel of peonies...i would rather be there too, although, it snowed here today and i did enjoy it....lol

    lots to love here..imagery wise, everything about it - wow!

    i feel the title is how winter kidnaps us from fall, summer, other seasons...

    [it's hands i think should be its=)]




    • bird at rose
      November 29, 2008
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      i looked in baby names the meaning of your name; "hillside, tower" ... how perfect here, you usually catch what my mamma and I have missed

      I think I've forgotten to practice if the word can be split logically. Oh, my Mamma's going to want me to express out even this little problem, for she can't sit right with me - like she's emphasized the error of 'taller than me' if fitting each verb. {I edit my own poetry, she only steps in last minute or more lol for supervision.} Thanks for that reminder, I'll try to put on my glasses scholarly more often.

      you got my intention! I too appreciate the excitement snow has since it's our first, and we had to wait and wait, but still I miss brisk green. it's my favorite color.

      i wanna go outside anyway - three inches deep! keeping my gloves off the keyboard.
      Daisy

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