Sentiments Congealed Poem by Patrick Czyz

Patrick Czyz

Patrick Czyz

Alaska
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Patrick Czyz
Alaska
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Sentiments Congealed



As I sit inside,
I see the park wherein I played.
I see the tennis court
-A landmark of summer joy.
Those were the sunny times.

Now I see the trees stand rigidly upright
Like lifted skeletons lacking leafy flesh.
The congealed ground is decayed
By falling snow as if by spreading mold.

If sight be the only sense,
I'd applaud those other hidden torments.
If this life be the only one,
I'd applaud it anyway
-My gratefulness won.

Friday, May 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As I sat inside my classroom at school, I decided to write a poem about how I felt about winter and life.
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Patrick Czyz

Patrick Czyz

Alaska
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