Cold: A Sedoka

Source: —

Slick back turned approach.
No words to spare, silence speak
with that shoulder shrug, poor thing.

Whipped with a cold wind,
ice-kissed lips trembling against
shivering, freezing fingers.

Post 17: Final for National Poetry Month 2015

Poetry Form: Sedoka


Please Do Share What Is On Your Mind?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s