This almost winter of apple pie and discontent
In some typology by using subs sign
Made of tightly packed snow, a rapid flow down a slope
Like fragments full of holes
Set off spontaneously from heavy equipment in action
Only given two parameters
We are together to be hazards to life and property
To fray the range of eternity
And teach forming a powder snow avalanche
And return anew in the grey
Though they appear to share some similarities
Faith in algebra can subtract
Any mountain range in spring or winter
Substring of almost winter
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I woke up to a blanket of white through the window
Like a winter’s greeting card of snow slowly melting in the driveway
And the roads like winter’s people confined in brackets built up by the plow.
An idyllic landscape of a life tucked between white trees.
And the light dusting over the blacktop broken by tire tracks.
The neighborhood’s partygoers finished sleeping it off and went home.
And I wondered if they could appreciate the scene.
This year, I celebrate with cornbread and cabbage
And had a whole different smell of hangover.
A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.
Quarantined and watching
Through the window as
The children build snowmen
Wasting away the only snow day
They will have this year.
Red footprints tracked
Onto the rug. Mississippi
Mud on rainboots
After a light snowfall
That melted as soon as it fell.
With each drop of snow, the bough would straighten
A little closer to its former height
In short increments like the stiff back of
An old peddler who had just let down his
Pack. And the sun reflected like shaved glass
Off the boughs heavy with snow that broke loose
In the field of white to unwrap more green
And to fall in clumps like comets followed
By a tail of drifting powder. The green
Struggling to hold to life in the frozen
Desert of white. Life more beautiful and
Mysterious, the evergreens had a
Natural giftwrap decorated to
Rival the pale imitation held so
Proudly decapitated in my home
Rooted in piles of consumer goods.
In the red light of the basement dark room,
I have seen Death dancing. A dim specter
In the dark. A shadow skeleton that
Might not be there. Arms outstretched motioning
Me forward. He has shown me photographs
Floating in the chemical vats. Floating
An accident of exposure. Floating
An artifact of suffering. Of black
Limbs solidified in among the white
Trees of an early snow and short sleeves. Drifts
Piled upon the autumn leaves. Weakened.
Unprepared. My son and I chasing that last
Bit of beautiful weather with a small
Burned out fire and Death dancing us on.