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The Death of The Ice Cream Man
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The Death of The Ice Cream Man |
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Glenn Logan Member
since 2001-10-10
Posts 111Virginia |
The tinkling bell so welcome in summer now gets no response, yet it sounds unexpectedly through the heavy snow fall. It is a night when burning martyrs would want to wear union suits, and angels would prefer fur halos; the brightly colored pictures of ice cream adorning the truck's side fade into ghostly pallet prunings before disappearing into the snowy air. There is a hint of murdered music in the fading of the tinkling bell until finally there is silence. Yet for another hour the truck’s golden headlights burnish the churning white until fading into night. Night falls in white billows as a slow curtain across a bare stage; sleep snuffs gladness and sadness; whiteness swims; white billows drown out all light; night swims, snow falls. Glenn Logan NOTE: More of my poems can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/glennlogan/index.html http://www.poetrypages/pages/glennlogan http://sites.netscape.net/gloganpoet |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very nice, Glenn! If I didn't know better I'd think snow was beautiful....lol |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Glenn, a little sad...but such a beautiful picture you have painted...thank you. |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
the title caught my attention and i just had to read this... a couple of excellent lines that i liked.."murdered music", "sleep snuffs gladness and sadness"..i was thrilled at the slow curtain analogy as well... thanx for sharing and belated welcome to passions!  |
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