Open Poetry #6 |
Falling Behind |
jbowie Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 135BANGOR (that OR) ME |
As the snow hills gather we drag our numbing toes behind, the man staggers, while the old wind blows I can feel my hands turning cold and black with ice resting even slightly, would bring a heavy price And now the moon cracks a pocked open face I will not fall behind, I will keep up my pace |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Coming from a place with too much snow, I can really relate to this!! I'm shivering! Excellent writing, again!! Denise |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Snow? What's that? Ice I know...we need it for our lemonade right now..as we sit here in the 70 degree weather! Good one James.. again, welcome back.. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
We've got snow here on the Cape tonight too, james..... Take it back, please???.. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Ouch, numbness hurts I felt this poem Well done Liz |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Excellent! I know this one well! We just got over 12 inches of the stuff today. Brrrrrr! Numbing toes and fingers, biting at your nose. Described it well! <*\\\>< There's only two ways you can go... One way you can save your riches, And the other will save your soul. Rich Mullins |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Hey James... some excellent lines in here... love the image at the beginning... "As the snow hills gather"... and the phrase "old wind blows", very nice. Best line, "And now the moon cracks a pocked open face". Enjoyed. As usual. Nice to see you again. -dp |
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