writing community
Sign In Here | Lost Password | FREE Sign Up
E-mail: Password:
Remember login  
The place for writers:
Upload your writing in minutes, receive peer feedback from other writers, poets, authors, then get your work published out there in the real world.       Learn how other writers are doing it.

 
twinkle-stah
Cally Highfield
United Kingdom

My Bookshop
Words: 70
Access: Public
Comments: 12

Forward to a friend
Print Version
E-mail this writer E-mail this user 
View Author profile
Add to Readers  




Snow

waiting by the window
another nameless night
fragile and open
like an insect under a lense
memories and dreams
lie in a wasted heap of ash
in a plastic yellow coffin
in the outside world
we wait and we wait
my hand meets yours
your lips meet mine
and we kiss
we kiss for a decade
and the snow it remembers
i open my eyes
and there's nothing but white

Want to comment on this Poetry?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
Sign up






[Back to top]


My Bookshop

Comments  
kbwright Comment by: kbwright - 2007-07-23 11:37
Add to Readers
      
Thank you for the visual.
RZelbecq Comment by: RZelbecq - 2007-04-14 13:27
Add to Readers
      
This poem has a touching sense of eternity. I have to say, I think the line 'We kiss for decades', lets the rest of the piece down.
prolificsantu Comment by: prolificsantu - 2007-03-09 22:20
Add to Readers
      
We wait and We wait!!!!!!!!!!! Hum, what are we waiting for? What were you waiting for? Just a white thing? Or the snow forcefully came our way? Good poem.
danieldarwell Comment by: danieldarwell - 2007-03-04 19:05
Add to Readers
      
I really liked the lines "fragile and open / like an insect under a lens". Also "lie in a wasted heap of ash / in a plastic yellow coffin" - I pictured a burnt-out cigarette in a cheap ashtray. Not sure if that's the image you intended, but it worked for me:)
SkarredPoet Comment by: SkarredPoet - 2007-01-30 17:41
Add to Readers
      
I want that to happen to me..about the whole kissing part anyways. I liked this poem very much. But what exactly do you mean..if anything about "a plastic yellow coffin" I think Im missing something there.
1 2 3 Next

Sponsored Ads


By twinkle-stah

Featured Writers

Advertising - Terms & Conditions - Short Story Submissions - Contact - Writing Competitions - Writing Links - Book Promotion - Sky-Tribe.com - alanemmins.com
  Member short stories, poems, comments and other contributions are owned by the poster.
Copyright 2003 - 2007 Edit Red I/S