I would pull snow over me
blank out all sound
but the touch of snow
on snow
the whisper of air frozen in place
bleach all color from the sky
trees
only white
before my tragic eyes
I would spread you thin on the surface
light as hair spread
on white
never to disappear
always to hold you
in my snowcave
so white
so alone
Author notes
Hiver is French for Winter.
g r a m m a b u f f
A contest entry
- ***EXTENDED FOR MORE ENTRIES*****Emotional Riddles!! Come on, you know you want to try! by S D McDaniel.
700 points, ended September 24, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please Crtique - I intend to revise this.
Comments
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the touch of snow
on snow
the whisper of air frozen in place - that is beautiful. vivid description! you have captured winter - definitely.
- Mary Jo
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I'm sorry, I thought I had already commented on this piece! This poem was really interesting... I can see how you would be describing the emotion you were given, but yet, I can see a few other emotions in this poem as well. I definately like the imagery you have here.
I also like the way your lines are set up... it's not something I usually see. Very well done! -
please put your name spaced out in the AN's so I know which emotion you are writing about... thanks!
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