To Die in a Winter's Cry

Sonnet

Brandon Elliott
I will not be reduced to a lowly sky;

a whim of attention and a buyer's time.

To think that I have to make this poem rhyme,

the winter is an awfully lonely place to die.

What happened to all snowflakes being unique?

And where did the sun go when it was too cold?

A headstone covered with winter's shameless blindfold,

I'd hate to see a funeral when nature's being oblique.

But to live is to breathe and it's hard at this second.

In fact, I'm quite positive it's not possible at all,

I don't know how to deal with this never-ending snowfall,

much less the feelings you seem to have beckoned.

I've caught on to the fact that it's much easier to lie,

than to give in and to die in a winter's cry.

Published by Brandon Elliott

17 Years Young // Writer // Intelligent // Knowledge-Seeking // Poetic Because I Can Be // twitter.com/brandonrofl // brandoniswrite.com //  View profile

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  • Heather White7/20/2010

    Wow that is powerful!

  • Joan Haines7/13/2010

    It's 98 degrees outside. Reading your poem made me shiver, though.

  • Mike Hatz5/13/2010

    Awesome work as always (and I linked your AC page on my blog under "Poetry Mavens", BTW).

  • Deb Martin-Webster4/28/2010

    Such visual work! "A headstone covered with winter's shameless blindfold." Wow!

  • Tina Twito4/28/2010

    I love the line "What happened to all snowflakes being unique?" Great write on more than one level.

  • Magena Fawn2/19/2010

    I am tired of shoveling!

  • Lee Wright1/13/2010

    powerful piece

  • Janet Hunt1/10/2010

    Wow, outstanding poem Brandon! :-)

  • R. Elizabeth C. Kitchen1/9/2010

    Nicely Written :)

  • John Mario1/9/2010

    Interesting poem. Thanks for sharing.

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