WB (1948 / TX)

Winter Studies in Movement

I walk in a winter midnight
and my coat catches
snow like a spray of glass slivers.
At the corner, water pipes melt
a straight line of snow under the street.
A frozen waterfall by the roadside stretches
ice into taut strings.
Our footprints traced back to the door -
movement made visible.


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Comments (4)

Yes, without lacquered nails, we'll understand the truth about death difficultly...10.... .../ with smile/ Best wishes, Tsira
Black humor indeed, but very effrective. Glad you are still with us, Will. Your poetic style is uniquely your own. Always your poetess friend, Sandra
really love this short work...amazingly full despite the brevity. the attraction is in inherent duplicity, rather multiplicity, of interpretation. perfect example of how a piece can take on new life; eye of the reader...you know. my only critique (and tiny at that) might be 'is' rather than 'has', but again your vision your dynamic. -Tailor
short but i think you have your own style that makes you unique... nice write!