Elena Sandu


The Winter's Cold - Poem by Elena Sandu

Open is kept the door
Of careless time.
Far.
Under, a white
Broad blanket
With showers of
cold flakes,
I'm grounded.
In a long line
For many months
keep marching.
Transfusions of blood.
Slow participation
Whitening my heart
Bleaching it whiter
Than the snow.
Gradually, distracted
red magnets
made an appeal,
strongly favoring but wrong
directions:
The Opposite!
In vain I'm searching
Frozen apathy.
Each day
May find
Lesser amount
of me.

Could search
instead
The
Tiny
Petit,
Microscopic
Crumb
Of frozen
Love:
A Snowdrop.


Comments about The Winter's Cold by Elena Sandu

  • Rookie - 122 Points Yash Shinde (4/11/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    .so many colours of pain, of winter, a lovely write dear (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 432 Points Danny Draper (4/5/2014 6:36:00 AM)

    A write of delicate things, crystal ice and blood infused skin, the doom of long privation without relent, this is the season when last life was spent. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 585 Points Maya Hanson (3/23/2014 12:51:00 PM)

    I love this! Original and great words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014


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