Snapshot Poem 03 October 2007

I remember how it will
happen. Leaves will fade
and brown, the sky will
grow wider. Snow will
thicken in the mountains.

The news will speak of war,
famine, extinctions. Coasts
will tremble beneath storms
called rare, unusual, brutal.

Widows and mothers will
grieve; fathers will fold flags
on the sideboard. Children
will not understand, but

they will rage. Skies bared
by fallen leaves will close
again with fog and falling
snow. Winter will come.

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Comments

[Cindy]

I like this poem.

[Jessica]

This is a great combo of picture and poem. However, the imagery in the poem is incredibly strong, just on its own.

[sbpoet]

I'm often surprised at the poems that generate interest & comments -- especially from you, Cindy, since I know how high your standards are.

This one came more easily than good ones usually do. That first line -- the last line of a lost dream...

[MeghnaK]

Hi sbpoet,

A wonderful and meaningful poem! This small poem has really strong expressions. I feel I'm standing right there!

Keep writing!

http://meghnaspages.blogspot.com/

[AntiBarbie]

I agree with Jessica. The imagery in this poem is powerful. Thank you for sharing. I really enjoyed it.

[The Old Hack]

Hi there,

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