My mind is being tortured right now since it has been snowing these past two days. And I'm stuck here. This in no way follows the rules of poetry, for whatever they are. Since it has not really been invented yet, I'm coining it right now. Hmmmm.... maybe Sjenkou will do. Yeah, not to shabby of a name at all. Keep up the winter weather!
Hills of trees, gullies of white,
Skis on my feet, giving me flight.
But stuck here am I, trapped behind doors,
Absence of snow, instead hardwood floors.
Last day here, little to fear,
Freedom draws close, chairlifts draw near,
6 hours are gone, snow meets the sky,
Living quite simply, Time flying by.
World fades away, an answered prayer.
White Room exists, and thank god I'm there.
Pray for (some more) Snow!
The S-Jenk
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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