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Submitted to One Shot Wednesday: http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
Monotone
Staggering through a maze of words,
The poet gropes for one to fill the emptiness.
Dark skies obscure even the shadows as
monochromatic gray scales the horizon.
Flecks of asphalt sprinkle the once-white snow
heaped in mounds on the side of the road.
Remembrance of beauty fades, evades.
November dies with its dreams of loveliness and magic.
Winter doldrums stagger through a maze of words,
extinguish artistry,
ignite loneliness.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Been there… writer illness 😦
Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed the reading! Nice shot
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the poet gropes for one to fill the emptiness…obviously written by a poet, one who knows that feeling, excellent.
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Being a fellow poet, I understand this very well!
😀
retrieval
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Ahh!! the poets world… so full of dilemmas and doubts of his/her own thoughts… I liked this one…
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
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I liked the gradual movement of images… it was like I was being led through a scene through a moving lens – sharp images. And the final lines close it very well
“extinguish artistry,
ignite loneliness.”
Very well done!
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Thanks so much, Helena.
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The regularity in the pacing and the short, two-line stanzas act nicely to reinforce the notion of the gray sameness that is the all-too-familiar grind of November. It’s a nice example of how form and theme can work hand-in-hand.
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Thanks for the insight, wk.
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Describes the time of year and dreary weather and the “dreariness” of searching for just the right combination of words to write. I felt this very clearly.
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Cheer up! Things could be worse… so I cheered up… sure nuff… things got worse! Great title and poem.
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Superb representation of the poet’s verse-quest. Perfect.
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i’m staggering now through a maze of words. i enjoyed yours…
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i feel so alone right now…shivering…
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Wonderful writing!
cheers 🙂
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Bravo. Well done. Feels just like this time of year.
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Rather ironic this poem – ostensibly about despair at an inability to find the right words – whilst finding them expertly to portray that situation. Interesting.
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splendid. just like a beautiful painting on winter. very elegant and attractive.
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yes- exactly how it feels sometimes…love the monochromatic gray scales …
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“Winter doldrums stagger through a maze of words,”
Wow, your words really sum up the feelings that some people get about Winter. Vivid imagery!
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I like this poem.
Well captured with your words
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Aaahh.. that last stanza was simply brilliant!! But I soooo like winter..
Did there really have to be sludge after snow??! Grr… 🙂 But then, these are just the whims of stupid li’l me!
I think you have described it perfectly, Vic… And I really hope poetry outlasts somberness 🙂
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Wonderful piece…the poem reads in a sort of somber and monotone voice.
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picture painted very well. Great imagery
thank you
and thank you for your visit and comment 🙂
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I get those same feelings on and off all through winter. Winter in a city especially, where the cars turn the snow grey almost as it’s falling. Good mood piece, Victoria. You pulled a whole landscape, human and natural, into this.
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What a vivid description of fall switching to winter. Nice one shot!
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/two-souls/
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Truly fascinating…you tore from color from Autumn and pulled us into winter chill, definitely monotone…but beautiful too!! Wonderfully projected. ~April
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Agreed, but let’s hope we can find some poetic moments this winter.
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You’ve captured the end of November in words.
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What an interesting gray image your words weave in my mind! It’s also portrayed well by the photo from flicker… a good find! :o)
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Love the empty / blase feeling that your words convey in this wonderful poem
thanks for the One Shot
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