[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
The snow falls,
closes us all down.
come to a slow halting.
We stand motionless.
hiding our tracks.
Turning the world white,
erasing all our pasts.
History is lost.
we could forget.
Leave it all behind.
Just wipe all these landscapes
of memory clean.
as we wait here.
All we can do, is
watch the world disappear
under its blankets.
slower, then stops.
Time begins again.
A new land emerges,
ready to begin.
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