Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,567 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)


Poem by Frederick Kesner

the cold wind is

damp on my face

i shiver but

delight in its touch

it blows the hair

off from my brow

dark'ning clouds

ramble on above

i cannot see

where i am going

i see only

the coming gall

the prickly rain

that pierced my skin

were cold-edged pins

puncturing my nerves

with a rude onslaught

that drove me home


Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Moment by Frederick Kesner

  • Chitra - (7/5/2008 12:55:00 AM)

    articulate! and definitely reminds us that we should always look at the bright side of any aspect(Report)Reply

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  • Allan James Saywell (11/24/2004 1:22:00 AM)

    A very good descripsion of bad weather made me feel i was there

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 13, 2018