Poetry Blogs (Winter)

A slow walk to nowhere

A metaphor for life

Hills and valleys flatten

Amid the daily strife

Of drifting ever onward

The ending never clear

If today or if tomorrow

The last hurrah is here

Like walking the dog through raindrops

Pellets of water coating my head

Sniffing the ground for nothing

Or something being dead

Longing for resolution

Holding h...

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My older sister, several other girls

met on the concrete square in our backyard

to test the sheet of ice that wouldn't melt

in rare moments of a "real" winter

in a New Orleans suburb. In 1994, 

they were only in junior high

but seemed so grown up when I was five

and watched how easy it was for them to teach

me how to slide over the slipperiness

i...

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Stretching their limbs

up high to the heavens

outwardly so thin and fragile

but still vitally full of the force of life

enduring the stark harshness

of nature's capricious temperament

strong in root and sure of stature

the cold azure of a winter's sky

interspersed with snow filled pillows

on which to rest their hibernal heads.

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