Bitter

Trees weep, streams sleep,
underfoot the broken glass
of grass.

Chilled bones, marrow frozen,
burning digits,
breath suspension.

Iced eyes, jagged thoughts,
brain whiteout,
snow blindness.











Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-12-03 at 00:32

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Nancy Sikora
I love winter, yet your first three lines describe our past few days' subzero (Fahrenheit) temperatures perfectly. There is a stillness in the deep, deep cold. The first three lines create a beautiful image, but I like the flavor of them, too, the rhyme. Perfect.
2011-01-25


Kathy Lockhart
Your imagery is so vivid that my senses are alive and reeling with exposure. This is a fine piece. : ) kathy
2010-12-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Its definitely been cold, I could feel this winter chill reach my marrow as I read, great write!


Elle x
2010-12-04


John Ashleigh
A good poetical definition of the word 'bitter'. An interesting write. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-03


countryfog
Vivid images, seen and felt. I'm glad someone hates winter as much as I do.
2010-12-03



A sharp take on the intersection of external and internal forces.

On a lighter note, perhaps it's time to hibernate, or head for sunnier climes.

cheers?
jim
2010-12-03


NicholasG
Don't forget...rust, rust, rust.
Humbug !
Nick
2010-12-03