snow drifting up now
blizzard twenty twenty six
dangerous winds blow
About the Creator
Gregory Payton
I am retired Air Force. I like to write poetry, and about the economy, and about current event. I have lost a lot in my life and I also write about processing grief.
I hope you find my work interesting.
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk3 days ago in Poets
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace6 days ago in Fiction
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Gosh that's so terrible! Stay safe and warm
WOW STAY WARM