winter attacked in legion today.
parachuting flakes launched
kamikaze fashion by squadrons
of anchored clouds fired
5 million tons of pellets over
the city in a 15 minute volley.
after the battle,
high in air,
raised like flags
of truce,2 kites
of jaffa flew.
all the people unlocked
their doors and came out
of houses to watch
childrens' gliders climb
and challenge air,
flybobbins fastened tight
to a trout's eye.
i phoned the icecreamboy
and told him to unlock
his bike 4 months early,
when a dying gasp
of cold vicious air
snapped the strings and, like
epileptic butterflies the kites,
life-lines cut, nosedived
to pavement.
without a nod, or even blinked
eye, all people vanished back
into locked homes, and returned
to television sets and sunday
dinners served on disbelieving platters.
Winter snow fall nicely presented. As a battle. People back at their TV sets finally. Any entertainment seems temporary. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
You've painted quite the descriptive scene here......the snow, the kites, the people the sast stanza wrapped the whole thing up neatly. Enjoyable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sudden fall of snow like pellets fired from the guns and cannons make the people shut inside! Like an unexpected truce, when the fall ceases, people come out all enthused! But everything repeats and people once again retreat indoors! The abrupt occurrence of snow storm is beautifully presented! Excellent write! ! Doug, I wish you a wonderful New Year! !