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Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Saturday, 23 March 2013
SNOW SIMILIES
for IM
Outside, snow falls like snow
falling. Snow falling in March
like snow falling in January
like snow fell in December.
Snowfall on the road like a road
covered in snowfall or snow
covering a road. Snow falls
like snow falls from the sky
into the rivers where it clots
among the branches like snow
clotted among the branches
in the river. Snow you've seen before,
deja snow, snow you've seen
before. These same white flakes
that drift like white flakes drift
against the house, snowing you in,
until you are snowed in by snow
like the snow that's falling now.
Labels:
Ian McMillan,
poem,
poems with pictures,
poetry,
pun,
repetition,
similie,
snow,
snowfall,
weather
SNOWFALL
for BC
I was thinking of you
as I walked home through the snow.
I was thinking of you.
Sometimes I stepped on the snow
that had not been stepped on
and sometimes I shuffled the snow
that had been stepped on
and I was thinking of you.
I was thinking of you.
I have been thinking of you much.
Not thinking anything particular
about you.
I have been thinking of you much.
I was thinking of you
when it began snowing this morning
and now snowfall is coming deep.
I am thinking of you.
I have been thinking of you much
and now snowfall is coming deep.
Labels:
Ben Cottam,
love,
poem,
poems with pictures,
poetry,
repetition,
snow,
weather
Thursday, 20 December 2012
IT'S THE WONDERFUL LIFE
for JB
They were throwing snow off the rooftops all down Chippinghouse Road
when you turned the corner in you faux cat fur hat and muff, the one with the ears
stitched into the left hand side, and you were walking with a sunflower umbrella
held high and just a little bit behind your head so that your face caught the flakes
and it made it shine. It was 36 hours until Christmas and here came all the ghosts at once,
stepping along the pavement in foxtrots and quicksteps. Angels were singing
all of my dreams from the chimney stacks and attic windows. Every door on the street stood open
and people stood in the doorways singing Hosannahs at your coming. At your every step
down the ice polished pavement, I noticed your faux camel skin boots as the streetlights
bent in and formed a halo around us. A crescendo of tin thumped with sticks by children
rolled down the road and one by next but one the houses exploded. Tinsel lit the air.
They were throwing snow off the rooftops all down Chippinghouse Road
when you turned the corner in you faux cat fur hat and muff, the one with the ears
stitched into the left hand side, and you were walking with a sunflower umbrella
held high and just a little bit behind your head so that your face caught the flakes
and it made it shine. It was 36 hours until Christmas and here came all the ghosts at once,
stepping along the pavement in foxtrots and quicksteps. Angels were singing
all of my dreams from the chimney stacks and attic windows. Every door on the street stood open
and people stood in the doorways singing Hosannahs at your coming. At your every step
down the ice polished pavement, I noticed your faux camel skin boots as the streetlights
bent in and formed a halo around us. A crescendo of tin thumped with sticks by children
rolled down the road and one by next but one the houses exploded. Tinsel lit the air.
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