Friday, 18 January 2013

Snow Day

saw all this white space ... And

Being a poet, it seemed proper to
Fill it with words.

Feathery, floating words that rest on the tongue
Like frozen sherbert

And melt away like poetry

When inspiration fades.

I gathered up a thesaurus of winter
Compressed it into a world the size of my hand
And laughed aloud as I

Threw it into the sky.

A frozen firework, , it exploded over my head

And fell to earth as soft, white flakes... .

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