City Of Coldness Poem by Lamont Palmer
City Of Coldness
Snow claims walkways: restless crystals,
like they are at its mercy, but who really is,
which is the test of wind, or the speed of air.
Intimately involved, shovel and man? Most
of what you do is survive: Donner Party terms,
lachrymose stares. The hills tear up at
the mention of beauty, the only
glimmer of its truly gimcrack soul, now
hastily swirling: white twisters not believed.
Sometimes the boys slide into sad ditches,
pulled out by workmen, summoned in confusion,
but not before resolve has been unleashed,
(while egos are sated by wind chill factors)
and slick roads have been placed into perspective.
Beautiful personification. You have a unique talent. When are we going to hear a new poem from you?
Love this poem! Rich in music and keen in structure.
You are very talented, each line creates a vivid picture in my head. keep up the good work.!
Loved this poem Lamont. Living in a big city can be cold and aloof. Everybody is about doing their own thing. The icy streets and gusty winds adds to the blatant surroundings. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:13:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Skilled craft of expression haunts our intelligence. Only emotion can't hold its nectar. Beautiful crystal of poetic soul, at least, we can have the fragrance of beauty. Last of all we can also imitate the sound: MOST / OF WHAT YOU DO IS SURVIVE..... Regards, pranab 10+++