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Snowflakes
drift
down
from
the sky and
blankets the sleeping earth.
Children tumble and shriek as they slide
ice and snow down each other's backs.
Teenagers prance
out of the house, flaunting their new coats
and chatting noisily, their voices
cutting the cold air
like a knife.
Parents are hurrying along
trying to stay out of the cold,
their shoes denting the white blanket
the sky has bestowed upon us.
There is a woman, old and weathered
sitting outside the nursery home.
I cry out.
"Hello!"
She looks at me, and puts
her finger to her lips,
then motions for me to sit
next to her.
I slide onto the bench
next to her.
I watch the snowflakes fall,
each one a little different.
my mind melts away
each frozen thought.
I close my eyes,
and stop thinking.
It feels like nothing
exists.
Only the snow.
An hour passes. The snow stops.
The old woman stands
and gently steps
to the sidewalk,
careful not to break
the perfect white
before her.
She silently thanks me
for a wonderful time
and we go
our
seprate
ways.
-Ohemgee73
- Title: Frozen Thoughts
- Artist: ohemgee73
- Description: This poem is about appreciating things we don't usually appreciate. Such as snow. People spend too much time thinking about how much of a hassle it is to shovel snow, and they don't learn to enjoy it.
- Date: 12/11/2008
- Tags: frozen thoughts winter
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Comments (2 Comments)
- CHRY-the golden mask-SAOR - 03/18/2011
- great job! i have won a few poetry contests so i know what im saying when i say this might give me a run for my money wink
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- heart_of_a_butterfly - 01/11/2009
- wonderful as a poet speaking i loved it you are right about noone appreciating the snow you are truly right!
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