The Fizz

Posted on April 27, 2015 | 5 Comments

They have said it before but it truly is
Golden or like a street lamp’s deafening fizz
Tripping, cursing and stumbling into the snow
My words fell quickly into the drifting glow

The street lamp is gone and the moon is rising
Now It’s so brightening It’s almost blinding
The flakes and stars sparkled in competition
Taking time now I see the exhibition

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/27

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5 responses to “The Fizz”

  1. Michael (contemplativemoorings) | April 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM | Reply

    ” like a street lamp’s deafening fizz”…now that is an exceptional turn of phrase…

    Like

  2. Millie Ho | April 28, 2015 at 2:38 PM | Reply

    The fizz has finished, the flakes have fallen.

    Great poem, Michael!

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  3. booguloo | April 28, 2015 at 3:51 PM | Reply

    Thanks for the comment. For awhile there I was thinking that My font selection was using invisible ink.

    Like

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