Poetry Gust

by Rania Moallem   Oct 29, 2018


Music, birds
death and life
autumn, winter
and a bitter summer cup.

It all slammed me in a trice
as a cold gust of poetry
hit me with a brain freeze.

Hope strangled me
as I stretched to reach
the dying trees.

I cuffed clouds
as I breathed out
the freezing sighs
that cut my heart
with its burdening ice.

There might be nothing
as cold as death,
and as hard as life..

I saw in few minutes,
what one sees in a month.

Never, I'll never read
for so many poets
at once.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Judge's Comment:

    This poem exemplifies the moment you are hit with poetic inspiration, the painful and exhilarating feeling that both lights up your soul and tears you apart. Rania has done a magnificent job at setting the scene in the first verse, and aptly describing the inspiration as a “cold gust of poetry” that directly correlates to the verse before. The fear of losing that train of thought, losing that inspiration, is embodied in the phrase “hope strangled me”, and describing paper as “the dying trees” is a pure stroke of genius. The autumn/winter metaphors for writing keep the setting, allowing you to feel that chill and the last three verses really hit home… all the words, the feelings that go through your head as you pour the right ones onto the page, they are many and they take their toll.

    -Stephen

  • 2 months ago

    by Reelo

    C0ngrats

  • 2 months ago

    by Jamie

    Congrats on the win

  • 2 months ago

    by Dream Astronaut

    I love the creativity and choice of words for this poem. It perfectly captured a moment of a reader/writer briefly and simple. The subject used is unique and interesting which makes this poem standout as well as prove how the nomination for this piece is well-deserved.

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Superb imagery that takes the reader on an emotional imagery. Very glad to see it nominated. Milly x

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