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| Winter breeze by Pure-Poison 89 |
The girl who loves winter
feels lonely
in her snow globe
She talks
to the ghosts of her breaths
and dances alone
to the music of icicles dripping
and windsong
One night she prays
to her favorite snow angel
for someone to love
Come morning
she finds frozen earth
a sodden feather
and puddles of angel tears
The girl who loves winter
feels cold
in a way that she doesn’t like
This scares her
She grabs
fistfuls of snow
She builds
and builds
The girl who loves winter
builds a snow lover
with branches for arms
stones for eyes
holly berries for a mouth
ready to receive her lips
The girl who loves winter
kisses her lover
Lips blue upon blue
Cold upon cold
She is embraced
by arms just born
Caressed by hands
new to touch
The girl who loves winter
knows warmth.
7 comments:
Damn, I love these. The feather and the angel tears really got me. This girl may be lonely, but she never stops trying. (I like the font, too.)
On another subject, I'm sorry to say, you can't have a glass helmet. As soon as they found out that a woman was using one to good result, the Republicans passed legislation against it, along with a bill that will mandate the wearing of hoop skirts!
Oooh! I LOVE this world you have created - the loneliness of the environment and the girl trying to find comfort there. It says much about existence in any world. I especially liked the description of the lover, with branches, holly berries and stones: a reaching, a fulfillment and a contempt.
I've braved the cold most of my life ... reading your poem makes me want to re-think the many times I cursed it. Beautiful writing ........
snow lover, i can really relate! love this.
The world in a snow globe--so creative! Nice writing.
Holy cats. This is fantastic. One of the best I've read today. I love that you repeatedly call her "The Girl Who Loves Winter." It's very effective. Excellent work.
This one got to me. A fabulous write.
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