 2009-04-24 . chapter 1 Quite lovely.
"the smoke and the smell / ghost their way to my nose" - I like the use of "ghost" here.
"once monumental mounds / of plowed snow / have dwindled / and only their unhealthy / gray brown hulks / are left to cower and / beg you not to look at them" - Wonderful personification! This is probably my favorite part of the whole poem.
I loved it! Keep on writing! |