Shock and Sibilance
The Sound of First Frost Challenge
The chill sashays in, unhissing
'Fore we unknow what we're unmissing
Carpets unroll in unsilent susurrus
As the homenote unsounds discordant unround us
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Iced cement fills the cracks
Solidifying where unmortar lacks
Expanding with clicks and pops and sounds
Settling my home, unnoisy, down
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The world goes underground in wintry respite
With the cadence of all marching unaway from it
And brittly leaves leave underfoot,
The sounds of footsteps, unforward put
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The crackling charges of ions made
When dry fabrics unchafe the static inlaid
Make the clothed uncrinkle in harmony
With the crinkly leaves' footsteps' unmade destiny
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (2)
Fascinating way to present winter as negation. Loved the feel and disrupted rhythm of the poem, reflecting the potent disruption of snow, ice and the profound cold. The line ‘Fore we unknow what we’re unmissing is especially striking. Good luck on the challenge
This is delightful..playful and witty (chef's kiss)