"defroster" poems - Hello Poetry

What could have been clings to my skin As would water dried with a sodden towel. The air is cold, my body a certain shade of damp… Somehow I’m supposed to put on my clothes Walk out to the car, open the door Sit down in the driver’s seat, ignite and fire the engine… Instead, I begin to mold—or mildew—a human-defier, Breathing moist breath on the windows, creating mini rain clouds that will blind me to the road ahead. If I am to dry—I’ve Got to turn on the defroster, But sitting here I can draw your image in the condensation, Again and again, Each time it begins to fade.

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Feb 24, 2012

Feb 24, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC

marcella-barnes

Condensed

What could have been clings to my skin As would water dried with a sodden towel. The air is cold, my body a certain shade of damp… Somehow I’m supposed to put on my clothes Walk out to the car, open the door Sit down in the driver’s seat, ignite and fire the engine… Instead, I begin to mold—or mildew—a human-defier, Breathing moist breath on the windows, creating mini rain clouds that will blind me to the road ahead. If I am to dry—I’ve Got to turn on the defroster, But sitting here I can draw your image in the condensation, Again and again, Each time it begins to fade.

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You've been out here in the wind awhile. Now, I don't mind the snow. But I'll lick my chapping lips and ask, you if you're feeling cold. It's all been tacks and eggshells since the Summer hung its hat; October laughed, we shrugged our shoulders, covered miles, but still we left the biggest thoughts unasked. Clutch your coat and walk another snow-clad block with me-- We're almost back. Fight these doldrums off with me, invite the snowflakes in my open doorway closing off night. **** the cold, 'cuz we're all in. Leaking away 'til night gives way to the day. Until the Springtime thaw rolls in. I've been frozen in my tracks so long, the ice hangs from my chin. I still dangle on each laughed-out word that you toss in the wind. You say you're sick of shivering-- sick and tired of last year's coat. "It's all old hat, but it's familiar..." sketch a smile across my face, melt snowballs in my throat. Grab my arm and leap that final icy step with me-- We're nearly home. Maybe we were never gonna be a thing but cold. But I still like the way you hold your shoulders when you laugh. Maybe we can never grow up, just keep getting old... Stick with me tonight, I swear we'll warm this place by half. Fight these doldrums off with me, invite the snowflakes in to our bleary eyes swelled full of night. Out of reasons, we're all in. Leaking away 'til night gives way to the day. Until the Springtime thaw rolls in.

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC

kyle-kulseth

Defroster

You've been out here in the wind awhile. Now, I don't mind the snow. But I'll lick my chapping lips and ask, you if you're feeling cold. It's all been tacks and eggshells since the Summer hung its hat; October laughed, we shrugged our shoulders, covered miles, but still we left the biggest thoughts unasked. Clutch your coat and walk another snow-clad block with me-- We're almost back. Fight these doldrums off with me, invite the snowflakes in my open doorway closing off night. **** the cold, 'cuz we're all in. Leaking away 'til night gives way to the day. Until the Springtime thaw rolls in. I've been frozen in my tracks so long, the ice hangs from my chin. I still dangle on each laughed-out word that you toss in the wind. You say you're sick of shivering-- sick and tired of last year's coat. "It's all old hat, but it's familiar..." sketch a smile across my face, melt snowballs in my throat. Grab my arm and leap that final icy step with me-- We're nearly home. Maybe we were never gonna be a thing but cold. But I still like the way you hold your shoulders when you laugh. Maybe we can never grow up, just keep getting old... Stick with me tonight, I swear we'll warm this place by half. Fight these doldrums off with me, invite the snowflakes in to our bleary eyes swelled full of night. Out of reasons, we're all in. Leaking away 'til night gives way to the day. Until the Springtime thaw rolls in.

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Door slam wakeup; A half-sighing unmoist Philadelphia sinus sniff Announces a guy in a red, White and blue seersucker Suit who parks on our block Every 6 a.m. to walk to work. He likes a dumb bumper joke — his magnet loop which says Support Lap Dancing. New today Is a gag half hockey puck glued To his Ford 150 rear window Amid a decal of spiderwork Cracks radiating across the Shadowy defroster strips As if the puck's halfway Through the glass — But isn't.

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC

hiraethpoetry

Metaphor for Something, or Solving the Credit Crunch

Door slam wakeup; A half-sighing unmoist Philadelphia sinus sniff Announces a guy in a red, White and blue seersucker Suit who parks on our block Every 6 a.m. to walk to work. He likes a dumb bumper joke — his magnet loop which says Support Lap Dancing. New today Is a gag half hockey puck glued To his Ford 150 rear window Amid a decal of spiderwork Cracks radiating across the Shadowy defroster strips As if the puck's halfway Through the glass — But isn't.

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