The Picture is Done

November 18, 2008
By Chris Dalian, Saline, MI

Face pale, glistening from the melted snow,
Sled at her side, boots disappeared, vanished.
A hat sits crookedly atop her brow;
Ears burn from the brisk wind, her hair dances,
Great pines sway close to her, a gentle waltz.
Whistling of wind sounds soft and simple,
Her eyes squint, this very strong force will not halt.
A forced smile portrays soft dimples;
Her mittens reveal life in her fingers,
Grasping the sled, clenching with all her strength,
Stops its departure; the sled still lingers,
A flash appears for a short time in length,
Under the shadowed sky, there is no sun,
The flash disappears, the picture is done.

The author's comments:
Just a kid in high school who enjoys writing. Hope you enjoy my poems/stories.

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This article has 1 comment.

Tiger45676 said...
on Nov. 25 2008 at 12:24 am
Very well written. I'm impressed with the rhyme scheme as well as the vocabulary. It is very difficult for any poet to write a sonnet, yet it seems that you have mastered it with this poem. Well done! Five stars from me.


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