Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe

Its Cold
Its
cold
Its
bold
Its
fresh
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter
freeze

Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel

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