Sonnet in Winter White

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Dark stranger lost in a world of white
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Snowblinded, I confess that I was lost,
in this harsh land of sharp and hostile light.
My cold confusion, it would dearly cost,
I found no welcome in this world of white.

I tried to speak my piece, but none would hear,
my words ignored, despised; my darkness shunned.
Exotic, they called me, with (lust and) fear,
surrounded by them, outnumbered, outgunned.

A Herald spoke, he said beware the strange,
the wicked rhythms from dark distant lands.
These sinful words in meter mis-arranged,
this verse and those who speak it must be banned.

Their hateful banners now have been unfurled,
their whitewashed walls defend their whitewashed world.

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scarletinkheartscarletinkheart8 months ago

This is evocative and perfect. I can feel the betrayal and feel the sense of injustice, of being wronged.

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnow8 months ago

Let's wish for a different climate change

cause, as I know, there under the snow

lies something so wonderfully strange

in the dark below that wants to show.

The sleeping beauty of so much more

all the wonderful contrasts to the pale

the complementing pieces to reach for

imagine ale without the dark, so stale!

For all the colorful soils we were born to

the shores of blue, green, black, and red

rich as the ingredients in a mixed stew

is it really monotony we like to be fed?

My ears yearn for the eclectic sapidity

of your words' smelting pellucidity.

AnonymousAnonymous8 months ago

In the coldest winter there are warm spots you can retreat to. In the night, there is no black and white, until the warm sun rises and shines on us all, revealing what has been banned in a futile attempt. Dont fear the reaper the web is a keeper...

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