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REVISITING A POEM: SNOW

With winter knocking, no banging, on the door.

With parts of the country already measuring snow in feet not inches, I thought it appropriate the we revisit my poem, Snow.

SNOW

A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.

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.

November 19, 2014 at 4:04 pm 2 comments

SNOW

I thought I’d revisit a poem I wrote and shared on my blog some three years ago.

Our last two winters were nearly nonexistent, but now we are paying. We had three snowfalls in less than a week and another inch is predicted for tomorrow. They have all been small amounts but they do add up, as does the love of snow in this poem.

 

 

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.

 

December 16, 2013 at 7:45 pm 3 comments

THE SNOW

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.

April 3, 2010 at 6:30 pm 4 comments


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