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Winter's Cabin (Free verse) by powerline A light so firm
with shallow hue,
waves in the wind
from yellow to blue
With tastes of clove
and textures rich,
it spreads by billows
through every niche
Now wax so slow
that bleeds its tone,
frees light in time
inside my home
But the grain of wood
touched by light,
tightens its guard
and cracks in fright
Up the ladder:
Ash
Down the ladder:
Greybie Blue
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.4666667
Posted: July 15, 2002 8:37 AM PDT; Last modified: July 15, 2002 8:37 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.291836 Overall Rank: 888 Comments:
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deleted user @ 192.11.226.120
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15-Jul-02/9:17 AM
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I believe Powerline has just told a secret.
Robert Frost is dead, dead I say
"I'd as soon play tennis without a net than attempt a poem without structure." Write for yourself and you'll undoubtably include others as well--those who are slanted towards a more antiquarian style. Brush up the meter too, you're almost there.
Go back to the cabin and get more material. This could be stretched nicely.
Not sure this should be stretched.
Very original and interesting content. I very much enjoy poems that turn the mundane into the meaningful. Good job! 153 view(s)
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