The wind turned about
and blew the keen squall into
my glasses. I started to count the snowflakes
on the left lens but it was an impossible labor
...
Read full text
Very impressive poem this, it has that little bit of magic, has an interior of it's own.It is dense with effective alliteration brilliant word play and a well paced measured metre.There is great focus in this poem, the artist being able to pick up on slants of life/nature that the rest of us cannot or will not. It is highly visual and drops the reader right into the scene. It ia a work of great substance and depth and will stand the carpet bombing of time and fashion.Nice one.
Sweetly crafted... on a silvery pulished board. You truly translate pictures into words.
You captured the essence of winter very well. Very well done.
Pow! ! ! ! ! Charles, you really speak to me...in my humble opinion...you are a brilliant writer....and your poetry is mindblowing.
Immence passion for life beyond the cold, you have the poets gift of placing the reader in a warm embrace of words, Thankyou for sharing your art, it has been appreciated, Love Duncan