Sunless Morning
The snow is white enough
to convince grand sun to take
the day off. Thin green needles
protest. They are not loud enough.
See the clouds? It’s not their fault.
Slick soled sneakers slap
cold pavement. We are not warm.
At school, teenagers drag wool scarves
through black slush. Someone wipes
a runny nose with stiff polar fleece.
Somewhere war continues
in bright sunlight. A picnic kind of day,
a day to write home about.
Labels: endless winter, simple things
posted by jillypoet @ 10:40 AM
6 Comments:
this piece really starts running for me with the last three lines. it's a really powerful image: war in the bright sunlight. a chilling effect. (perfect)
As a coursework writer for several years now, my tone is always academic. I am always amazed with poems that defines even the tiniest things. I work for an essay writing service and I admire the work of those people beyond my niche. I love the way you write. Keep up the good work!
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Your personification of snow and sun works so well, and the synaesthesia of "green needles" (awesome vowel sounds by the way) not being "loud enough" is very engaging.
Amazing post! Thanks a lot for it.
So interesting post! Thanks a lot for sharing.
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