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cold
Contributed by
ming
on
Tuesday, 14th November 2017 @ 06:32:51 PM in AEST
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translate the rappings
and knocks
of my soul
hurry by
its snowing
darkness hollowing
out
heart
there is an impenetrability
to absence
the long bony
finger of winter
there is a totality
to silence
it makes
bones ache
cold sheets an empty bed
cold sheets of icy pellets
the grey
can make
your eyes
tired
the clock
ticks
wind whistles
things move
slightly
and snow
angels
wait
to take them
home.
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ming
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2017-11-14 18:32:51]
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Re: cold
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by redwest802 on
Tuesday, 14th November 2017 @ 07:07:34 PM AEST
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| I like it alot! love the flow and the descriptive verse. Well done to you, my fellow BARD :) |
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Re: cold
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by softerware on
Wednesday, 15th November 2017 @ 10:03:14 PM AEST
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This is lovely and I get the emotion of it. You are so right, things move like molasses in winter. I had almost forgotten after 45 years in CA. But your writing reminded me of a time when I had seasons, and your closing line is haunting: AND SNOW ANGELS WAIT TO TAKE THEM HOME.
You took me back home. Thank you.
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Re: cold
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by MoonlitAngel on
Saturday, 18th November 2017 @ 01:38:24 PM AEST
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| I love the way you ended this, it felt hopeful after all that sadness. overall a lovely read. |
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Re: cold
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 20th November 2017 @ 12:24:59 AM AEST
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so timely
I feel so cold
sitting in the sun
cold is the air
upon my skin
when the light
is so illuminating
so tranquil so
desperately seeking
some shadowy
tidings past
now gone
cold, bare and
alone,
cold now
free like
frozen fields
yet still green
and then the
movement
to stay warm
to create warmth
to be alive
rubbing the hands
together waking
the feet curling
the toes
the dance, the
dance ensues
the pic ax breaks
the ground breaking
up the root
nestled deep
from the tallest trees
in this forest
sure I thought that
outside of any biological
temperature zone
my mind would stay
fresh better if sold
within any date
yet still perishable
unless it could
be freeze dried
and maybe find its
way sealed within the
pages of some childrens book
written by Bill Peet
Peace!
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Re: cold
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 10th January 2022 @ 02:40:16 PM AEST
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I love all the outdoor activities that come with winter. Snow is cleansing somehow.
~Scorp |
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