Everest Snow;

By whisperingwalls

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This is her lonely ghost

baying out in the cold.

Amid the Everest

she calls out like a dialtone

a chilling flatline zero

as pine trees snow.

I miss your broken record ways

thread skips along each melody

I miss when nights turned into days

miss when nights turned into days.

There's nothing to find

scattered amongst your needles

snow crested

.young Cardinal

; A ray of sunlight to contemplate the darkness.

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Published on Sunday, August 17, 2014. Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Exes and their habits.

Awards

December 30th, 2016

Comments on "Everest Snow;"

On Wednesday, December 10, 2014, Pride Ed (107) wrote:

Very interesting word choices! Great poem. ^_^
On Tuesday, August 19, 2014, Miztaken4beauty (176) wrote:

The tone here is very interesting. It's cold- almost detached. Like you can see into the image and feel the leftover emotion, but the scars are old. Lovely piece.
On Sunday, August 17, 2014, TheProphetUntold (160) wrote:

The first two portions were quite exceptional and the rest didn't disappoint either. Good piece. +tpu+
On Sunday, August 17, 2014, Star (879) wrote:

exes are annoying but we remember who they were when we were with them. And, that's what we miss the most. beautiful write.