White, frosty droplets continue to
fall on my face. Covered in warmth
I keep going. Every turn creates
a tornado, a hurricane of clouds.
Or at least it looks that way. It felt as
cold as Alaskan winds blowing at your
face while inside the Arctic Ocean. It was
really cold. And the flurries were coming
faster. So, I kept on until finding that small
cabin. That warm, wood-filled cabin.
After stripping off layer after layer, I plop
into the nearest chair and finally relax. And
once that toasty mug filled with
chocolaty-goodness
and white cream was in my stomach, the room
was
warmer and the crackle of the fire sounded
much
more soothing.
I love the way that your poem really comes to life while reading it!
ReplyDeleteI liked your use of vivid imagery- I felt like I was standing there when I read it! I also liked your usage of a caesura. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis is great imagery and descriptions of where you are! I love how you wrote about the snow in implied ways.
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem. So many poetry tools, such as imagery. I feel like I am inside where the poem takes place, and awesome word choices. Keep up the good work!
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