Frozen, a poem by Joan McNerney at
Bryan Rodriguez



written by: Joan McNerney


We simply exist under a metallic
sky of ten degrees Fahrenheit
breaking weather records and limbs.

The frigid bus on the frosty street
full of frozen people I’ll never meet.
A saccharine smile on an arctic face,
an icy billboard is in its place.

All day gray, frozen Hudson River.
This beast of winter wears a hoary head
as ugly as sin and twice as strong.

The cold bus on the wintry street
full of icy people I’ll never meet.
A saccharine smile on a bitter face,
the chilly billboard is in its place.

Dynamiting reservoirs for drinking water.
Power lines down, highways split in two.
Winds, snow, ice, freezing rain, cold, cold, cold.

Traffic hushed…we need to rest now.

Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature, available on Amazon and Cyberwit.
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