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A Poem by Matyushkin

A free verse poem about a wife's preceptive before she murdered her husband.




Frozen tear on cheek

Slipping, smashing into hail

Stabbing wells in snow

Snow crunching between toes


Invisible hands slap

Elastic ears

Tomato checks

Gusting from a toothy white-hole

Discarding gnawed fingers, black


Roses rot, robins flee

Backyards are graveyards

Sundresses are parkas;

Winter drinks his tea

 Tea is a rock


Winter doesn't caress


Winter doesn't respond


Winter doesn't be  

Winter is

© 2013 Matyushkin

Author's Note

Are the last two lines confusing? Do you find the metaphor between winter and the relationship clichéd?

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Added on January 13, 2013
Last Updated on January 13, 2013
Tags: seasonal, winner, cold, frost, pain, withdrawn, relationship, abuse, hate, ghost