I don't follow structure rules because I...don't follow rules very well (shocking trait around here, I know!) but here is my very first poem. Ever. Written oh, about five minutes ago. I was inspired by Dabbs Southern Childhood poem.
Here is a little northern exposure.
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A Minnesota winter knocks
Icy flakes dance the skies
A snow angel never realized, sighs
As temperatures drop
Snowballs densely packed no more
The quiet cold we shall not stop
Lungs freeze, schools close
The lonely, they do not matter
Foolish puppies, innocence lost
Escape warmth to certain death
A lake's unknown cost
A crack, a rift, a surface break
Little legs struggle for life
Desperate paws reach and reach again
His energy wanes, his body weakens
The certainty of darkness cuts like a knife
This came to me from a memory as a 6 year old who tripped on the neighbor's dog's paw as it stuck out from the ice, after sneaking out of the house and going on the lake before it was fully frozen.
You could see the path behind him where he kept trying to climb out but the ice kept breaking. I cried for much of that day, tears of sadness for the little guy as he tried so hard to live, did everything he could to survive.