Poetry Exercise of the Day #1


Outside My Window

This is what the world looks like
Outside my window: no butterflies
Flutter in this wintry April,
And catch the concrete creep like tendrils
Upwards and infect the sky
That turns to grey nothingness.
Here mornings and evenings aren't different.

And that's the best of days, in fact,
The worst is when you wake up to
Six feet of snow, smooth as a mat,
Outside your door. You'll know how cruel
Father Winter's after that.
Crueler still is its April
With next day wet with snow melted.

The final rub's the infernal wind-
Cuts through jackets that you're wearing,
Messes styles you've set your hair in,
Pricking you as if you've sinned
And are walking circles of hell.
Pity the unmoving crowd
Snow swept, wind whipped, shut in.




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2018-04-12 at 06:31

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shells
Keep doing the exercises, this is chillingly descriptive, razor sharp cold. I was feeling cold until your final stanza, now I am frozen, the last line sums it all up so well.
2018-04-14


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You've described winter in the upper hemishpere until you made me shiver. What is beauty for some is sheer fear for others. I am in the latter group, and when I read these words I am even more grateful to live in a tropical land. Well done!
Ashe
2018-04-13


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it. The last part is clever.
2018-04-12