And so your words come slowly,
squeezed like frozen toothpaste;
they do not echo;
they fall with a dull clunk.
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And so your words come slowly
like a sail boat becalmed;
they hover over her,
dark storm on the horizon.
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And so your words come slowly;
she watches them
approaching from the distance
like a prairie dust storm.
.
Your
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words
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c o m e
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s l o w l y.
Cool poem. I feel, sense and hear the slow motion of words. Neat snow effects.
Glad you enjoyed both poem and snow!
Your snowflakes in the background have a hypnotic effect…
OH! I’d forgotten them! How lovely!
They fall automatically every year through the month of December.
We have the real thing outside the window. 🙂
We’ve had flurries here and there, nothing major. I’ll enjoy the WP snowflakes for now 🙂
We have a couple of inches on the ground. Really brisk outside though- -10C today. Brr!
After a warm weekend, tonight it is -6C, I agree, brrr!
Words so vary in meaning- across people, across time.
They do, indeed.
And then she knows that’s the end.
Is it?
Hmm.
I love the first verse!
Thanks