Shoveled | Teen Ink


July 19, 2011
By Laura_Oliver GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
Laura_Oliver GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
12 articles 2 photos 122 comments

Falling gently
Ever so slowly
I see you
I feel your pain
My mother complains
Of your presence
We shovel you
Into heaping black piles
Full of dirt
Unworthy dirt
Not worthy to shine your shoes
Tossed to the side by plows
An irritation
A safety hazard
You close schools
I love you
The way you frost my window
A little sticking around the edges
Love the way
You tickle my cheeks pink
The chill in the air
Brought by you, of course
It sells
Coats that would never sell
In Florida
Isn’t that
A good thing?
I place a spoon under my pillow
In the middle of
To see you fall
Ever so slowly
Into delicate piles
A meter high
I don’t care what others say
About you
Precious snow
But I know
Your chill
Your safety hazards
Your way of working into the tires of cars
And making them
Doesn’t matter
Your brother
Flashy, popular
Doesn’t match you
Nothing does
And nothing
Ever will

The author's comments:
I was going to write a poem about snow (in the middle of July!), but I realized that topic, describing its romantic way of falling and everything, was too common. Thus the poem! I hope it is an original way of writing a 'snow' poem.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jul. 31 2011 at 6:35 pm
Laura_Oliver GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
12 articles 2 photos 122 comments
I guess you're right but it has nothing to do with romance.

on Jul. 31 2011 at 11:49 am
ohheyyyelli SILVER, Woonsocket, Rhode Island
5 articles 3 photos 178 comments
It sounds like the snow is a metaphor for something else, &though i'm not sure what, I like that. Nice flow & imagery. Great writing[: