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POEMS AND RANDOM THOUGTS: SNOWI wrote this poem some years ago. Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time. For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time. 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. I wrote this poem some years ago. Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time. For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time. 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.

I wrote this poem some years ago.

Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time.

For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time.

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.

 

 

 

January 22, 2016 at 10:38 pm Leave a comment


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