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SNOWED==in the winter of 2007
by Gail Wolper
and it snowed on my trampoline and it
snowed on my heart and it snowed on
my sandwich
in the blizzard the elephant died
so far away from his shelter
in the snow birds melted
while baby seals smiled as the clubs fell
and it snowed on your outing and it
snowed on my freckles and it snowed
on your fireworks
in the cold night the aurora borealis glowed
like a summer glowfly on the lawn
you thought you could stay away from crisis
if you didnt keep up the books
didn't keep up the books
and it snowed on the old house
and the rats showed their
beady red glow eyes as
they grew fat eating
the walls of the house
and you lost your shitty job and we didn't
have our papers in order
didn't have our papers in order
and the sled crashed into the tree and
it snowed
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01/17/2014 Author's Note: the recession, snow
Posted on 01/17/2014
Copyright © 2025 Gail Wolper
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/17/14 at 02:36 PM wonderfully creative and alive, disseminating its great lesson unto all who would see and hear and feel and dig to a deeper introspection. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/14 at 03:43 PM Terrific relentless flow to this. I really liked the inclusion of the mass of that elephant and the contrast of snow on your freckles. Melting birds, baby seals - you've got some great visuals here. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/17/14 at 04:40 PM Stark imagery. Harsh reality! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/14 at 02:38 PM As a resident of the 'great white north' I can certainly relate to parts of this. What a lot of people outside of Canada and especially Newfoundland don't understand is that the seal hunt is straight economics. The cull is necessary because too many seals = too little cod for the fisherman to catch. Environmentalists of course focus on the cute babies to strike an emotional chord to bring others over to their side. |
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