by Quentin S Clingerman
Sun shines bitterly
There is nothing much astir
Breath held while walking
Posted on 01/07/2014
Copyright © 2021 Quentin S Clingerman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/07/14 at 10:28 PM|
Some vivid vocabulary here, Que. That last line with the held breath leaves me out there - I like that affect.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/10/14 at 12:37 PM|
Excellent poetic snapshot, sir.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/14/15 at 11:51 AM|
that is why poetry is so important, against which frigidity stands no chance. this poem goes to my head and dares to dance when Fred and Ginger fear to thread.