Zellie M. Quinn

Poems, life musings, and writer ponderings…

It’s freezing in Illinois…

A shift of the Earth, and the cold winds come, the cold of Space unleashed by the loss of my Sun…

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January 21, 2013 - Posted by | Just Poems

4 Comments »

  1. It’s freezing cold…

    Comment by boomiebol | January 21, 2013 | Reply

  2. Oh, God, I visited Chicago once during the winter and I didn’t think I’d survive. Those cold winds cut through you like sharp knives!

    Comment by Michele | January 21, 2013 | Reply

  3. I like the poem a lot, very evocative. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my son’s death and the words of your poem could so easily represent that pain simply by change a vowel “sun” to “son.”

    Comment by Mona | March 18, 2013 | Reply

  4. Indiana’s not so great either…

    I love the flow of this poem; it rolls off the tongue very naturally. Very catchy as well as beautiful.

    Comment by akleneth | April 27, 2013 | Reply


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