Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe

It’s the middle
Of the night
My toes are
Cold, so cold
I flipped the cover down
To cover them
Because they were
Cold, so cold
I tucked them in
In the pocket I made
But they were still
Cold, so cold
I twisted and turned
To warm them
But they were still
Cold, so cold

They never warmed
I can’t sleep in socks

7 Comments on “Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe”

  1. Brrr! Winter is perpetually cold fingers and toes. Good job!

  2. clcouch123 says:

    This is a poem that, through repetition and detail, teaches about the cold. Especially when we might not be feeling it (yet). Personally, I take comfort in the mention about not being able to sleep in socks. Neither can I. Thanks!

    • April says:

      We’re not feeling it here yet, but air conditioning is enough to freeze my toes at night, even when it’s set at a reasonable temp. Thanks!

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