Snow lies in the hollow of the stone
Cut grass lies bleaching in the heat
Cold metal's touch burns to the bone
Sucking a snowcone for relief
Cut grass lies bleaching in the heat
Icicles hang at the river's edge
Sucking a snowcone for relief
We wrap woolen scarves around our heads
Icicles hang at the river's edge
We stroll into shade and breath the damp
We wrap woolen scarves around our heads
Air shimmers above softened macadam
We stroll into shade and breath the damp
We blink away frost-tears to relieve our eyes
Air shimmers above softened macadam
Hard glisten of snowbanks dazzles and blinds
We blink away frost-tears to relieve our eyes
Hot air from the fields smells of burning toast
Hard glisten of snowbanks dazzles and blinds
Dry air scorches in the hollow of my throat
Hot air from the fields smells of burning toast
Cold metal's touch burns to the bone
Dry air scorches in the hollow of my throat
Snow lies in the hollow of the stone.
--for Read Write Poem's alternate lines prompt. I thought a natural development would be to turn the whole thing into a pantoum.
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Summer/Winter
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4 comments:
Your repeating lines pull summer/ winter through with such vivid detail. This is beautifully written. Have a nice day.
I like this very much! I hadn't thought of turning the opposites prompt into a pantoum, but this is lovely.
Once again, a wonderfully crafted piece.
Good construction, crafting, and use of the form to show us the opposites in here. I like this.
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