Geezer
Geezer
Feb 04, 2023
This poem is part of the challenge:

February 2023 Challenge When The Frost Bites 🏆 Winner

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When The Frost Bites...

Poem Body

The winter wind runs wild
sending freezing, icy howls
echoing down the valley
Snow spitting from its jowls

Fangs of flashing silver
slobbering sleet from tongue
Winter coat of white
paws scrabble hard to run

Bare flesh slipping from its shelter
The blush of blood goes pale
Frosted teeth bite harder
my resolve begins to fail

Forget this night of wonder
go inside and have a sit
Have a cup of tea, stay warm
Don't take the chance of getting bit

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Comments

Rula

Rula

2 years 2 months ago

And a timing piece
Very much like the alliteration through out. It adds much to the scene, and not without a good advice by the end.

Good job!

PS. The line

Bare flesh slipping from its' shelter
do you really need that apostrophe?

Geezer

for the correction of the apostrophe. I sometimes forget the rule concerning it's/its. I guess it is because the rule does not apply to most any other situation. I am glad that you liked the alliteration, thanks for the read and comment. ~ Geez.
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Rosewood Apothecary

You always have near perfect structure and conversational feel to these things. I feel like you’d have killed it as freelancer for The Saturday Evening Post. Norman Rockwell would do the artwork of course.

Tim

Geezer

That is high praise! The only time that I have ever been so [chuffed] as they say in Aussieland, was when someone compared me to Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens! Of course, Norman Rockwell would do the artwork. Thank you much for your comments,
~ Geez.
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Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

This is pure brilliance. In word and from your mind.

It's been such a privilege to watch your poetry transform over the years. One I feel blessed to be witness to.

Love and higgliest bugs Sis xox

Geezer

that you like this one. I know that being where you are in Australia, you most likely don't get much in the way of frost or frostbite. I tried hard to give those who don't know what the weather is like here, a taste of it. Yes, I think my poetry has changed for the better, but it is because I have had some of the best in the world to learn from, including you. Thank you,
Love and higgest bugs, Brother Geez.
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RoseBlack

I cannot imagine a better way to describe this awful cold weather we have been having, even winter in general. Excellent work as always!

Lavender

Hi, Geezer,
I'm wearing a huge grin, and nodding "Yes!" to your perfect description. I, too, like the alliteration, and the tempo and humor throughout.
Thanks!
L

Candlewitch

this poem is one I had not read before, I just now discovered it! These are my favorite lines; because they set the hook for the reader to continue reading the poem!

The winter wind runs wild
sending freezing, icy howls
echoing down the valley
Snow spitting from its jowls

They leap off the page with enthusiasm, by way of vivid imagery and style! I see you wrote it in February, so I can guess you had plenty of inspiration supplied by mother nature. All-in-all, a very clever write! I love the title.

*hugs, Cat
*ever, eddy styx

Geezer

Yes, I remember that one, it was during a snowstorm, or rather a sleet storm. The sleet was hitting my window and it sounded like sand. When I looked out, it was driving sideways, and the wind was howling. Thanks for the read and comments. ~ Geez.
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