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frigid photograph...
by Stephanie KentThe haunting whistle of a lonely winter chill
Breathes its way through ranks of stoic lampposts.
The lantern-pools of the iron watchmen
Make a taunting refuge for restless shadows
Seeking a hallowed sanctuary from the ghostly melody...
08/04/2003 Author's Note: I don't know if this is asking for another stanza...
Posted on 08/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/12/03 at 09:12 PM And from the cold! :) Haunting, atmosphere chilly, a bit forboding; you set a perfect scene for a fireside read of a mystery thriller! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/13/03 at 12:54 PM The title leaves an impression of a study in black and white. The message supports that thought quite nicely. As to the author's note, your use of ellipsis at the end (and title)suggests the idea of suspension, let it sit awhile and see what comes.
Peace... |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 08/15/03 at 08:46 PM Your diction is wonderful, your imagery is incredible. Another stanza or two would be great, but it is beautiful as is. Awesome job Stephanie! |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/30/03 at 01:54 PM haunting and beautiful... what an image... i thinks it stands alone well... blessings :) |
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