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Array ( [sid] => 128864 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cold Night [time] => 2006-11-30 14:58:27 [hometext] => Sitting Looking out the window at the chilly sunset on a windy day [bodytext] => The sun cowers and slinks away woefully in the West

The clouds have escaped the whipping winds

Nowhere to be found

Hiding below the horizon

Shivering in sheer terror

Oaks and alders, cedars and elms

Sway in a voodoo dance

Entranced by the overture of whistle and howl

Shedding their coats with a scowl

The whooshing winter wind

Heaves once clinging leaves

Against my shivering pane

The backlit rose-red-yellow-brown kaleidoscope

Slides like impressionist oil down my window

Battered and limp remnants of a long past Spring

No longer green and new

In one last great swirling flame

Defiance in crimson and ochre

They fight to stay afloat

Only to be beaten and thrown to the ground

Broken and pale

It’s going to be a long cold night

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Cold Night

Contributed by lyrical on Thursday, 30th November 2006 @ 02:58:27 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

The sun cowers and slinks away woefully in the West

The clouds have escaped the whipping winds

Nowhere to be found

Hiding below the horizon

Shivering in sheer terror

Oaks and alders, cedars and elms

Sway in a voodoo dance

Entranced by the overture of whistle and howl

Shedding their coats with a scowl

The whooshing winter wind

Heaves once clinging leaves

Against my shivering pane

The backlit rose-red-yellow-brown kaleidoscope

Slides like impressionist oil down my window

Battered and limp remnants of a long past Spring

No longer green and new

In one last great swirling flame

Defiance in crimson and ochre

They fight to stay afloat

Only to be beaten and thrown to the ground

Broken and pale

It’s going to be a long cold night

Copyright Â© lyrical ... [ 2006-11-30 14:58:27]
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Re: Cold Night (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 09:25:26 AM AEST
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I think this poem is rich with description.
The clouds in terror , the trees in a voodoo
dance and the colorful leaves giving one
last great act of resistence before death.
I could feel this poem and see it in my mind
and I enjoyed it very much. Great writing.
Truly , Doug

Re: Cold Night (User Rating: 1 )
by tearstained_soul on Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 02:57:12 PM AEST
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i have to say, i like your other poem a little better but that one is still really well written and is rich with desciptive words that make it seem beautifully melancholy. still lovin' your style hun, keep rockin'

~ a stranger~

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