Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Against Winter's Wind - Poem by Matthew Foor

Homeward bound
Against the sting
wicked, whippin, wind
Whirlin, twirln', incessant wind
Whatever semantics you choose
Colder than shit crystals
Lineaments covered in cold icicles
Numbing, dumbing, shunting wind
Beating, bringing battering gusts
Traveling up and under my cuffs
Against the wind
Mother nature laughs
Spilling more flurries
Supplying more drafts
Deep, daunting, damaging wind
Face tingles as it mingles
With gentle snow crystals
Denim no match
For this wind is stronger than stitch
Snow falls with disarray
A disorganized pattern
Soft collisions
Transformations
Changing configurations
Never the same
Never ending
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Comments about Against Winter's Wind by Matthew Foor

  • Rookie - 342 Points Manonton Dalan (2/10/2013 5:56:00 AM)

    i know the feeling i played golf yesterday
    at 36*F with that in your poem. nice poem
    keep on writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013



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