The water flows from deep in the woods, rivulets into streams.
The water flows as streams, over rocks.
The water flows over rocks and
w a te r
c a sc a d e s
ov er
roc ks
a n d
down
rocks
and
down
down
into a
large deep pool
of icy cold water.
I wade slowly
from the edge
of the pool and
my toes are ice cubes
my legs are chilled
then my waist and
my chest and
the water is so cold
I dive under
quickly before
I change
my mind and
when I surface
I gasp for air
but none will come because
my lungs are frozen.
Writing201 Poetry: cold (topic), concrete poem (poetic form), anaphora/epistrophe (literary device)
This is really fantastic, I got your concept straight away and I really felt the way water flows.
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Wow! Thanks!
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I love how you put it such that I could feel myself getting down, down, down… with the icy cold water!
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Thank you!
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