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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