There was a snowball fight. A bloody nose. A forgotten glove. The evidence now under a blanket of white. Only partial footprints remain. Soon they too will be gone.
Reminds me of younger days in the playground. Snowballnfights were usually not allowed however but sometimes we could get one going. Lol. Nice write with well choosen words for your imagery and story. Enjoyed very much.
The poem is appealing and can be read on two levels: on the realism of childhood snowy joys and on the other hand on the level of the theme of the transience of human beings, and indeed, the erasure of every trace of existence.
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A deep metaphor where a crime was committed and time is erasing the evidence well written
Reminds me of younger days in the playground. Snowballnfights were usually not allowed however but sometimes we could get one going. Lol. Nice write with well choosen words for your imagery and story. Enjoyed very much.
thanks rsm0812
The poem is appealing and can be read on two levels: on the realism of childhood snowy joys and on the other hand on the level of the theme of the transience of human beings, and indeed, the erasure of every trace of existence.
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