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The Eclectic Pen - Inside Winter

By: Angela S. (angie0322)  
Date Submitted: 9/6/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 53

  Avian songs sink heavy
in snowy dunes, and sleep
with gold, red, and bronze
buried deep.

The frostbit air pricks my pores,
running in shivers through my spirit.

Weathered trees make jagged
hickory smoke and ash
that fills the air with time.

I am the only color
in a black and white photo collage
of sharp edged shadows and light, and
I am fading.

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Audrey S. (auddiemae) - - 9/6/2008 11:59 PM ET
Brilliant. At first I thought - What??? but the last set gets you. Audrey
Kelley H. - 9/9/2008 8:24 PM ET
thats an amazing poem! i absolutely love it!
Marta J. (booksnob) - 9/11/2008 1:20 PM ET
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 9/17/2008 6:46 AM ET
This was wonderful!
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