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Greener Days

The yellow sunshine does not live here.
The rainy clouds are friends.
trudging through layers of sludge-
We -.-soldier-.- on through the storms.
We shiver and cry ourselves to the bone.
In a sky full of stars we\
/drown-
The night filled with the howls of wolves
As they descend upon the brave.
Our walls are built thick enough-
Though the cold tries hard to take souls.
Hurricane is the way of the day's mood switch.
I wish for the days of lavender air
And greener grasses.
When the daisies and mums consumed.
Lilacs are
dead in the ground.
Today I
fall underneath the late dark
And count blessings
the sky is devoid of white powder.
Ice will coat these streets soon.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Shakespeare, Emily Dickenson, Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Bishop, Mary Oliver

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Comments

Geezer

Geezer

3 years 7 months ago

I can follow...

the logic through most of this, but have a bit of trouble trying to discern the meaning of the capitals mixed in some words. A secret code perhaps? Let us know!~ Geezer.
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c lynn brooks

3 years 7 months ago

Abby

did you keep hitting your shift lock?> may I suggest cleaning this up
I so love the line I so wish for the days of lavender air and greener grasses, I can see the grass and lavender and smell it

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Owl Has My Soul

3 years 7 months ago

I am curious as to the CApiTALs/ only in the beginning.

Such usage is intriguing but I am not quite understanding.

Wonderful imagery and eerie: "Though the cold tries hard to take souls."

Undercurrents of concern (fear?) opposed by desire to endure:
"Today I fall underneath the late dark and count blessings"

A loss of beauty (hope?)
"Lilacs are dead in the ground."

Just beautiful in its vulnerability

C

c lynn brooks

3 years 6 months ago

Abby

Congratulations on winning Novembers contest. Your poem is lovely

Geezer

Geezer

3 years 6 months ago

Congrats...

for winning the November contest! Nice work!

Geezer.
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