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it never snows in the south by Ava Blu
I was humming the song that never ends,
hoping it would outlast your disappointment
ringing underneath my skin
I started concentrating on the window,
looking beyond the glass,
towards the dark trees as they seemed to mock me
with their s
w a i
y n
g
teasing me into believing something could ever be better
out there
then it started to snow
flurries of confectioners sugar sprinkling the wind
the ground seemed to open its mouth
to swallow the brilliance in the air
I wanted to r u n
to let the ground taste flesh
to roll around beneath those mocking trees,
and tell them they have won!
that I would give into their temptations
petrified of frost,
I knew he could never follow me
he continued to yell
as I opened every window to let in the magnificence
and all he could do was stand there,
missing the point.
11/20/2006 Author's Note:
[and yet it did tonight]
I take that as a sign
Posted on 11/21/2006 Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/05/09 at 03:41 PM How could I miss this one?
Goodness gracious. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/24/14 at 02:32 AM Title caught my eye as snow is pending later this week (GRRRR) but your poem made me almost look forward to it. :) |
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