Winter Shattering

Winter Shattering

A Poem by The Cynic

Some words on the subject of spring.

The ice shattered
and with no smoke,
no burned-out sun.
Still, faces flattered
-faces lit-
by newfound light, no earthly s**t
an orange tree
to climb would be so fun
-so high, its green leaves filter light-,
so orange, filtered glass in spite
-glass broken, so our lungs are free.

© 2010 The Cynic

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The Cynic
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great stylistic imagery throughout this poem, interesting use of the word glass as well, very great visual and sensory developments throughout! Congrats man!

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Added on September 19, 2010
Last Updated on September 21, 2010
Tags: spring, winter, season, shatter, ice, melt, sun, glass