Poem: Blizzard Images

 

 

Blizzard Images

branches thicken to pitchforks 

in a funnel of intertwisted rollercoasters,

 

a hectic cri de coeur, rant of a zillion zealots, 

swept along in snowflake sprees.

what is said, and what will be said,

by this indecipherable jeremiad of gusts,

 

of orgiastic linens, 

of shrouds which unravel even as they are stitched,

it doesn't care about the curse of omens

borne on its ghostly lips. 

we are simply lukcy that such nude monsters 

disperse as soon as they howl;

that none of them flies long enough 

to exist.

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8/7/25

5/28/24 ... 

Original title, Blizzard