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Click hereThe white of a newborn snow’s an illusion;
winter’s true color’s the dead gray of smoke,
in ominous plumes over black ice on highways,
of cigarette nights spent in longing’s cold bed.
The pale white of winter’s the color of absence;
a bone white square on an empty gray wall,
a diary’s page on her desk by my window,
the white of her lips where red kisses once played.
The year’s longest night heralds winter’s arrival;
the sun flees in tears from her frost-covered grave,
the moon veils its sorrow in clouds thick as woodsmoke,
as red embers fade to the still gray of ashes
and snow palls the earth in a shroud of white linen
and turns hearts to marble, cold-blooded as thieves.
... with the colors of the mind. Extraordinary! Thank you. ~Imp
Mutt, this poem reads just beautifully. You have definitely managed to capture winter in a bottle for all to marvel at. Great phrasing, great meter - just great!
I read this and it felt like having a huge bowl of stew. The poem went down easily and unpretentiously with each reading more warming and more satisfying, pushing away any mental disrtactions and filling me up with the perceptions of this poem. I've yet to be not only a solid form poet or a good analyst of poetry. I just know what I like.
I liked this.
It's curious to me to consider how much public funding was wasted on getting the anonymous commenter to the point he could read... or, then again, maybe he had to have it read to him... yes, that's the problem, his nanny gave it a poor reading...
I commented on this, but it seems to have vanished.
This is the best poem of the year. I love it more each time I read it. Pristine quality. Unbelievable imagery. I have poet's envy-thanks a lot!
The emotional thread is strong and cohesive, and wonderful imagery.
i think some of the language could be reworked (e.g. "snow palls the earth in a shroud of white linen") to make it even stronger. An excellent poem!
I dont care how many peopel fawn over your tripe, it is pretentious and boring.
I don't think you need the apostrophe in colors, the imagery of the poem is so amazing it almost doesn't matter about the apostrophes anyway.
missed this one..but , truly is a beauty...layered with mind facets of experience...wonderful work...bluerain
This poem grows in the mind with reading several times.The reading out loud advice also works and not just for the apostrophes.
Mutt,
This is fantastic, I cannot say enough good about this, yes the thermometer does not go high enough.
I am surprised how tightly this is woven, how subtly it sneaks up on you for its devasting impact.
I missed it at first, scanning it, seeing what I thought was an overreliance on stock images, "bone white", "gray of smoke", etc. My mistake. The way they are put together - masterfully.
IMHO one of the best I've ever read here.
I am in awe.
... is the apostophe.
Read the poem aloud and you'll understand why so many apostrophes.
ugh - hate being a downer but isn't it heavy on the apostrophes? I must be missing something... oh to be a poet... lol
excellent
<warning, warning> gushing below...
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Your use of language here, the evocative power of each word...the way you draw each picture with your descriptive language in the reader's mind...the imagery...the everything. I'm jealous.
This is just amazing.