Day 9 Concrete Poetry COLD anaphora/epistrophe

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COLD….colder….coldest…

Slipping
Sliding
Skating on the pond,
WARMLY WRAPPED against the cold.
Tobogganing, faster and faster
Down
Do
wn
tolandinaheap
piledupatthebottomofthe hill

Snowflakes, snowballs, snowmen
Cold is a sheer delight at seven
The cold might even close the school.
So we have – hooray! – an extra day’s holiday.

At seventy snow has a different meaning.
Cold
Cold
Colder still
Settling into old bones
With a chill
That extra heating will not stop.

Fear of Falling
of broken bones
hips, shoulders,
knees
of osteoporsis setting in.

At seventy there is so much that you can’t do
Too far to go – in the snow
Don’t want to risk it – in the snow
Might slip in the snow
Might fall in the snow.

Then what would I do?

ESME

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2 thoughts on “Day 9 Concrete Poetry COLD anaphora/epistrophe

  1. I think we learn much from this poem, which I believe makes it important to share. The perspective of winter and aging is valuable and not well-known by too many. The shape of your poem becomes a directing line through phrases and images. This is helpful for your readers. Thank you!

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