Winter

Winter

A Poem by Wallflower

A white diamond blanket

Lays on the floor

Glistening.

I listen for something,

Something more than what I know.

 

The cold stench of cigarette smoke

Hugs my clothes.

The smell of lonely,

Of closed doors

With a hint of hope.

 

For the hopeless

This solstice holds a sense of peace,

Holds the pieces together.

For the weather,

Whether sun-standing south or north,

Is  demanding truth

As it brings forth change,

Making familiar

What was once the strange.

 

 

 


© 2011 Wallflower



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It's got that voodoo rhyme magic going on for it.

It grabs my mind, chokes it like a hooker, spits in my face, then reminds me how great it is. I don't know what the hell I'm typing, but trust me. It's a positive review.

Reading it makes me feel like its winter everyday. I love it. It sounds great, the rhymes aren't cheesy they actually work with each other to build up the art and beauty behind them, it has depth, and it has the best season of all as the title.

A lot of things going for it, for me. 8/8

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kaiju

2 Years Ago

Were they the right answers?
Wallflower

2 Years Ago

Always. and if they weren't, the world would have been better off listening to her lol.
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An adroitly mystical and sensual depiction of feeling, expressing a very subtle interpretation of melancholic nature. Somehow it bears the sense of being somewhat unique and unconventional in a very personal way, but at the same time universally comprehensible and recognisable. One's own impressions of winter I feel can be placed across these words and given an added meaning which does not detract from the original but embellishes it.
The atmosphere of this piece has the air of the solitary, which strengthens the truth of isolated contemplation. This is outside and above somehow what the name of the poem represents, and yet still it embodies it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


this is the solstice between the seasons of loneliness and solitude , a period of inner reflection , that speaks in soft tones , best heard in such times

Posted 5 Years Ago


i can't imagine why folks are writing so much winter poetry, but it's definitely going around...yes, the smell of lonely, of closed doors; there's some cabin fever for you...and the hint of lonely, i like that, but most of all i like the closing lines, making familiar what was once strange...

those pictures you've posted...one of the girls has a little 'devilment' in her eyes...just thought i'd mention it

Posted 5 Years Ago



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