Freezy Morn
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Piping my seized breath
Away from warming snow
As the refrigerator would
To preserve my lacerated bones a stick
That race endlessly without a rival
My teeth dance naked to an unheard beat
Swinging its white crystals in shattered joy
Hurrying to glance through all frozen arm
And lukewarm tears which
Streams like a foreign guest to my stock body
Afflicting my tormented skin anew
Blending every region into an antarctic station
Taiwo Ayeni
©2022
Brief analysis
Four seasons birth the circle of a year; the summer season, the winter,the autumn or fall and the spring. Each season with their effect on nature and human in its. As for this poem, it concerns itself with the aesthetics and soft pampering of the winter call. The prevailing imagery metamorphosis the visual imagery (as refrigerator would) and tactile imagery (pampering my gentle skin) to recreate the effect of winter chilling that romance the poet skin, "blending every region into an antarctic station"
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