snow and the suburbs

[kathywithak]

Blah...it's a rough draft, so don't expect much.



Glitter and evergreen, sugar cookies and tinsel,
All swirling and surrounding the houses that are
Temporarily wrapped up in gray,
Not-quite-cold-enough-to-snow days,
Still filled with
The promise of candy canes, creative writing, and jazz.
I'm speaking in riddles and inside jokes,
Hiding the truth in the corner of the shower stall,
Like where we used to crouch while playing Sardines.
No one needs to find it,
Though (as always),
I'm tapping on the wall and giving hints.

I'll keep omitting names
And forgetting to mix action with description,
Daydreams with free will,
And melt like the Wicked Witch in the warmth of hot chocolate and your smile.

[punkpixie]

Loved it! Even though it's a first draft, you managed to capture so much in a really simple way. I don't want you to change it!

[kathywithak]

Wow, thank you very much. Actually, merci beaucoup since thank you very much sounds weird in English. Or maybe I'm just weird.

[punkpixie]

Its just you, you're a freak!!

[kathywithak]

I don't deny it.

[kimosabe]

awesome..there is something about your way of writing that's just breathtaking...

[The Bled 13]

What the hell is snow?

[thefalloutgirl]

I'll keep omitting names
And forgetting to mix action with description,
Daydreams with free will,
And melt like the Wicked Witch in the warmth of hot chocolate and your smile.

i love those lines. real cool poem. loved reading it ;)