New York Frost

by Maple Tree   Nov 27, 2013


Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled
eyes.

Silence smothers my
whispers,
being alone
upon cold stone
within an early winters
calling brings me
zero comfort
in sub zero temperatures.

Leather boots surrender
to discomfort,
as strangers walking by
become my friends.

A New York freeze
drags me into depths
of depression,
there is nothing warm in this city,
even my socks wave goodbye.

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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "Zero comfort in sub-zero temperatures." Great line and great write.

  • 3 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    This is such an amazing poem and it left me breathless. The imagery you used was wonderful and made the whole poem much easier to really connect to. I loved this.

  • 3 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Loved it new york will do that to ya 5\5

  • 3 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    Judging comment:

    I've found there is nobody who portrays imagery quite like Andrea does and this is one of the reasons she is one of my favourite writers. She is able to make me visualise such vivid scenes in my mind and I've found over the years that that isn't something many people can do, and even the few that can certainly don't do so in any close way that she does.

    It's one of the reasons I always get excited when reading nature poems from her, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that this wasn't a nature poem yet still had the detailed vivid imagery I have come to know expect and love.

    I actually keep rereading this over and over and each time the sadness throughout hurts a little more. You have managed to create a poem where the reader can actually sense, feel, and share your pain and sorrow which isn't always easy to achieve. More often than not, when trying to describe these emotions many authors simply end up with a jumble of words that the reader doesn't feel but here... here, my heart breaks a little more with every read.

    The only thing I wasn't really keen on was the last line. I don't know if this has some personal meaning to the author, but even if it does given I'm not privy to it, it seems to me this line and this line alone doesn't hold as much sway as the rest of the poem does.
    Even with that being said, this poem will remain a firm favourite of mine just as the poet herself will.

  • 3 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comment:

    I felt so much more personal feeling in this poem than just the freeze out the writer is speaking of. I feel like this person has experienced so much loss and pain while in this city that she feels drawn to leave that all behind, and even the warmth inside her is telling her to feed her spirit elsewhere. This poem says so much in so little, and has so much heart to it. I love the setting, but love the metaphor more. Really beautiful!