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Author Name: FreeHcivolmra 1 Comments
Date Added: November 14, 2011 19:11:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Frozen Wind
standing out on deck,
cigarette smoke curling
from his tipped back head,
absently watching the cold wind
rip down the starboard side,
sparkling weirdly
in the midday dawning light.
 
steam rises faintly
from his lightly covered body
as a deep rage pounds
through his mind and body.
a strange thought takes hold,
"how good that wind would feel...."
stepping cautiously forward,
bracing for the stinging impact
of the frozen particals
sparkling and dancing
 in the midday early light.
 
the cigarette burns
quickly in the wind,
faster than usual,
turning 'round
to step from the wind,
he sees the upper echelon
of the command crew,
screaming hoarsely incoherent words,
glaring angrily at them,
the young man says,
"what? it felt good, lemme alone."
turns and walks inside,
leaving the fifty knot,
negative one-twenty degree
screeching wind
behind.
Author's Notes:
I really dont remember why I was really, really mad. I simply remember thinking "I bet that would feel good" and then I was standing in wind that was cold enough to where even the moisture in the air was frozen solid. it was -80 without wind chill and -120 with wind chill. I stood in the wind smoking a cigarette for about 2 minutes wearing a pair of jean-like pants and a tee-shirt. This poem tells a true story about the bitter cold at the North Pole in November.
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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on January 28, 2012 11:03:34 AM Report

Wonderful poem.  Full of the cold cold wind.  I can feel the full-frozen air.  (OK -- should I nag the young man about smoking cigarettes?)  You are a talented poet.  And you have a singular style.  Great!  --David











 


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