Paige Hind Poet Pantoum

Storm

With snow flaking in glass,
My full arms are frozen 
To the orangelight croon off kilter,
As the streetlamp now creaks, moved

My full arms are frozen,
White lies bright,
As the streetlamp now creaks, moved
The ice is not as rabid — 

White lies bright
To the orangelight croon off kilter;
The ice is not as rabid
With snow flaking in glass.

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Valsa George December 4, 2025 at 1:35 AM Pantoum is difficult form, still you have attempted to do it. Congratulations, dear friend.

Victor Buhagiar December 1, 2025 at 2:00 AM Bright imagery and well done for the poem. Not easy I know.

CayCay Godwin November 30, 2025 at 5:03 PM I'm so glad you came back to the place you never left. I would have missed out on the feelings your imagery creates, just like this poem, feeling spikes high. Surely you kept a copy of ALL your poems in a typing program on your device???? I hope so.

I Am Anaya November 30, 2025 at 9:43 AM Exquisite imagery. A song is sung in the cold of winters snow, a little piece of life's hardships thru a window. Faving. Keep warm xXhugs!

Ghairo Daniels November 30, 2025 at 3:18 AM Lovely is “orangelight croon off kilter” : interesting telling imagery, PH. Haven’t tried a Pantoum yet. ThkU for doing so. Will do one soon. Hav a beautiful winter’s day. X.

Constance La France November 30, 2025 at 1:51 AM Paige, wonderful poem, love it, Constance ~

Yann Rolland November 30, 2025 at 12:50 AM awesome poem, creaking frightens me, waw i am scared of cold