THE SNOW
April 3, 2010 at 6:30 pm 4 comments
As a resident of Pennsylvania, I can safely say we have experienced the winter from hell (if that makes any sense). With a beautiful spring upon us, I felt it safe to submit this poem to Necrology Shorts. They chose to publish this effort.
This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.
THE SNOW
See the delicate snowflakes fall,
Falling, falling, falling.
Whitening the earth, awaiting below,
Falling, falling, falling.
See the mounds of glittering white,
Building, building, building.
As they hide the ground from sight,
Building, building, building.
See the ceaseless falling snow,
Falling, falling, falling.
Will it stop, no one quite knows,
Falling, falling, falling.
See the drifts accumulate,
Building, building, building.
My longing for spring will no longer wait,
Building, building, building.
SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW,
HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.
MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW,
HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.
SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL,
GROWING, GROWING, GROWING,
CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL,
SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.
Entry filed under: poem. Tags: Edgar Allan Poe, snow, The Bells, winter.
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slpmartin | April 3, 2010 at 10:29 pm
Such a clever twist on that classic Poe poem…lots of fun to read…glad I didn’t have to live through what inspired it. 🙂
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walttriznastories | April 4, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Hi,
Glad you enjoyed the poem.
And that you didn’t have to experience our winter.
Walt Trizna
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jb | April 6, 2010 at 8:07 pm
I think Jen felt that way, but I wasn’t gonna ask her. My urge came when I almost got stuck in a drift on Rt. 10.
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