January 2019
Edward Ahern
salmonier@aol.com
salmonier@aol.com
I write accessible poems, mostly short, that try and reach non-poets who can nod in empathy with the emotion or mood described. (Poets will nod in any case, affirming my right to write junk.)
The Snowstorm
The wind shoves the flakes downward,
a falling, frozen cloud that seals
the man-made lawns and walks
beneath howling anarchy.
The road unplowed, the car buried,
poor-me chatter bouncing across the screen.
There is little that would induce me
to burrow out and slew my way from home.
Loss of power, truly good friend, hunger.
My world, after all, is small.
The Snowstorm
The wind shoves the flakes downward,
a falling, frozen cloud that seals
the man-made lawns and walks
beneath howling anarchy.
The road unplowed, the car buried,
poor-me chatter bouncing across the screen.
There is little that would induce me
to burrow out and slew my way from home.
Loss of power, truly good friend, hunger.
My world, after all, is small.
"The Snow Storm" was first published by Dime Store Review
©2018 Edward Ahern
©2018 Edward Ahern
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