Til I Become Wooden

Sitting still, I become like stone.

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Snow covered in a white blanket.

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My head resting on my hand

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Frozen in a moment of time

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Too weary to raise myself up

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Tired, I watch the world play

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Invisible to all who pass by

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As the snow falls, I think

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Of all the things long past

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And all the things we’ve lost

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Freezing cold, my emotions feel dead

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Til I become wooden, I’ll stay

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I have chosen to use the 6-word poem, in the format of 6-words and 6-lines for my ViM January Prompt: Wooden example. I call this one 6W6Lextreme because 1) Dharr named the poem 6W6L and 2) I've doubled the stanzas I normally use.

The 6W6L poem is a fun form to use when you are fooling around or have writer's block. If you haven't given it a try, you should one day.