Snowed Under Poem by douglas lewis

Snowed Under

Rating: 2.5


I dreamt of ice last night.
Not an avalanche,
But in cubes of measured square.
A heavy tinkle sound,
Like faulty bells of frozen water.
And then a snowman
came to mind.
He troweled and shoveled snow
High against my bed.
We shared a drifting passion.
Him, in circled snow dust.
And I, astir,
In then out of cold.
I remember now.
I am so late
For the date of completion
I'm snowed under.
It is an avalanche, after all.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: home,sleeping,dreams
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is about a homeowner who was doing a full renovation of his house. He had the kitchen and bedroom finished so he decided to sleep in the home for the first time before it was finished.The drywaller had stated earlier he would be starting at 3: 00 in the morning.The homeowners dream takes shape when the new refrigerator begins to make ice cubes, a sound he was unfamiliar with.Being fully then half asleep, the abstracts had begun.The drywaller, dressed in all white, became the snowman and vice versa.The homeowner finally wakes up near the end.
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