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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

It's 3.40pm and the snow has been persistent. I have been in all day and am wondering if I should attempt to struggle against the elements to my friend for dinner .... probably an hour's walk at least. How hungry am I? This poem reflects British weather and my mood right now - blue!

Submitted:Jan 18, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The grey has turned to white now

I barely see my car

Roof tops are blank white sheets now

Friendly faces few and far

Looks like dandruff from my window

Sweeping pass the panes

Gates are heaving miserably

Against their metal chains

I'm admiring the trees now

Battling harsh bleak gales

Plants struggling to breathe now

Determined not to fail

The steps opposite shout danger

Too slippery to chance

Solitary helicopter

In silence noise enhanced

The elements are mocking now

They're smugly winning through

Skies laughing at me bitterly

And I'm struggling with blue


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