General Poetry posted November 3, 2009 |
This is the real Beauty and the Beast.
A Persistent Fellow
by Mastery
Personification of Winter Contest Winner
The Old Man has a temper.
He batters targets with fists of wind yet nurtures plateaus of pure white blankets, and sculpts waves of sparkling purity. His breath whips through barren branches, swirling them to and fro in swinging, carefree concertos frigid serenades echoing in bitter skies. When the old man cries his tears grow and glisten on trims like dangling crystal daggers in pursuit of ends without end. Old Man Winter's clamoring, frigid conceptions are not his alone . . . Mother Nature is always there. |
Writing Prompt Using any form of poetry, with or without rhyming, write about Winter using the technique of personification (as if this season were a person). |
Personification of Winter Contest Winner |
Recognized |
Why is it I loved winter as a kid in Watertown, New York, but cannot stand anything except a snowy Christmas Day now?
Thank you J Grace for your wonderful picture. And thanks to all who are reading this rather old one. : ) Bob
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and 2 member cents. Thank you J Grace for your wonderful picture. And thanks to all who are reading this rather old one. : ) Bob
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