Rigid Winter

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  • Loss
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  • Nature

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    I have had a few winters of discontent to say the least

    Rigid Winter

     trees reaching for the sky like the gnarling hands of death
    and I am feeled with cold hard dread with every single breath
    the wind cries with the moaning souls of those who call my name
    and I pray they'll fade away in the sounds of pouring rain
    darkness falls and memory calls--faces I have known
    rigid winter cold December I am all alone

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    ta commented on Rigid Winter

    01-22-2010

    LIKE FINGERNAILS ON A CHALKBOARD.....GASTLY SCREECHING AND MOANFUL COLD....NOT MY FAVORITE GENRE BUT I LIKED THE BREVITY AND IMMEDIATE CHILL.
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    witchywomen

    01/22/2010

    thankyou I appreciate your honesty

    MightyMoe1 commented on Rigid Winter

    01-22-2010

    You sound so wistful..... good read however. Your similies are a bit dark but that is how winter effects alot of poets.
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    witchywomen

    01/22/2010

    Yes I actually have one called seasonal depression,but I also write my best stuff in winter

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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