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May 20, 2007 19:22

Hmm...
I needed to write something new for my poetry workshop. So I ate a bowl of strawberries and had freezing toes, then I wrote this, comments/suggestions/submissions for alteration welcome:

Winter Frost:

^

The

master

craftsman

wrought together

his construction Causing

needles to be soldered One by one

in certain fashion In the corner of the

workshop.

Once he had finished it,

He drove it out in the heart of night, to a nearby forest

The master craftsman propped its humble iron frame in place,

And sat it amongst the evergreen giants.

They watched on canonically. He was unsure if they approved,

Yet still he abandoned his creation under their guard.

It sat pining for the leaving behind of metal ancestors

And for the heat of the smith to be lost in the icy dawn,

Would it take on the scents and the call of the soil,

Or rust and crumble away with time, between the tall and strong.

So there it is. As for most poems, this benefits from being read outloud, in particular the first part shaped like a pine tree. For those who don't get it...a small synopsis will be available in a few days.

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