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(icy mist enshroud me
prickle stick to cheeks and chin
dizzy swirling windy whirl
shower clouds of powdered hush
embraced by blanching thrill
frosty breath
of chilly God)

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The following comments are for "Haahhh..."
by Cybele

I can't say why, but this makes me think of Emily Dickinson's work. I love the description of winter, partly out of ligitimate artistic appreciation and partly out of jealousy; I've yet to produce a good poem about something like a season. I would personally like to see the peice end with a ryhme for "hush," particularly with a few lines in between, so as to create an echo, mimicking the echoy silence of winter. 8 of 10.

( Posted by: The Recycled Avatar [Member] On: February 21, 2003 )

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