This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Winter Wind Polar vortex winds-- icicles dripping water strike spring's warm soil-- blow through the city: my internal organs shiver, vital fluids freeze, and arthritic knuckles throb. Spring is a dream echoing through glacial canyons, and across stark white snow fields to numb the sweltering heart of civilization. Line Count: 11 Form: Free Verse Written For: "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus" Taboo Words: touch, sensation, feel, contact, handle, tactile, or any derivatives of these words |