Nothing gives one an excuse not to study for exams like the act of writing poetry.
Thoughts? Emotions? Ideas?
Keep it as a shape poem(?), or change it back to the original format I had it in:
I dream of winterA wintry night
I walk along on snowflakes,
Their fragile bones crunching
Under my frozen boots.
Earth swollen under a pearly blanket,
Overhead: A giant stuffed white pillow, Lit up
from the lights of so many streetlamps
Hangs over us, stuffing, suffocating,
Winds howl, screech, yank at trees and tops
a desperate attempt to get the pillow off
but it won’t go, and every second
the air turns drier, and my nose dries up
but the cloud just won’t go.
I hurry along; my frigid breath escapes
From puffed-up red cheeks,
In search of warmth.
Suddenly, a white speck
Taps at my shivering shoulder
I look up.
Somewhere above, someone has finally
Shoved the pillow
over so hard
that it
tore
And out
Came, pouring,
The stuffing down,
Tiny specks of white
As
_______as
____Light
____feathers
Falling.
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