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Poetry Tuesday: Pantoum Form

Hello Poetteers, 

Poets on the Page have their weekly poetry prompt up and i'm participating again. This week part of the challenge is to attempt to write a Pantoum.

 Winter Air 
The warmth seeped through my hands and reached my heart 
breathing the fresh air after the snowfall 
it touches my nose sharply
like ice fell onto my face 

Breathing the fresh air after the snowfall 
like daggers warning you of what is to come 
like ice fell onto my face 
I take my scarf to cover up, the next time I'm out I'll remember this

Like daggers warning you of what is to come 
it touches my nose sharply
I take my scarf to cover up, the next time I'm out I'll remember this
the warmth seeped through my hands and reached my heart. 

Love, 

Fida 
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Beth Camp said…
How nice to see a poem that finds beauty in the winter. Lovely!
January 12, 2016 at 11:19 PM
Crystal Collier said…
I love it! Wonderful use of repetition there at the end, with a change. Absolutely beautiful.
January 13, 2016 at 1:05 PM
Pam Ray said…
Very nice, I enjoyed reading this.
January 15, 2016 at 1:25 AM
Carol Campbell said…
I feel such tenderness reading this!
January 16, 2016 at 11:02 AM
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