Winter MAG

March 17, 2008
By Kaily Dorfman, Aptos, CA

Walking after school
I am struck by the shape of this branch against the bleak sky
shockingly stark and
gray and unrepentant;
Stabbing upwards
so violently – as some knife into a pillow
a sudden rip, and feathers rain down like cloud.
The moment stretches, taut –
(unexpected eternity on a sunless afternoon)
– snapped
as I smile and remember how to breathe



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Paige said...
on Dec. 27 2008 at 8:05 pm
Truly stunning! One of the best poems I've seen on the site!

Redemption65 said...
on Dec. 9 2008 at 9:21 pm
Ummm....the poem did not flow. Writing was meant to flow from sentence to sentence and the words should mold together to form a perfect sculpture. But I am deeply apologetic because your poem lost all respect because of its jagged wording. The poem is adequate. You need flow.

on Oct. 30 2008 at 6:06 pm
this is a great poem!

JonathanDR said...
on Oct. 22 2008 at 6:59 pm
This is great. I love the phrase in parentheses, set off by the dash. The image of the feathers is wonderful. Please keep writing!

juicii j said...
on Oct. 8 2008 at 4:04 pm
i think it is very good.....it was very interesting and it had a very powerful inteclect.I really appreciated


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