After the Chill/The Thaw

After the Chill/The Thaw

A Poem by Louis McKraker


After the Chill          ( Winter 2012)


        After great pain, a formal feeling comes--

                    -Emily E. Dickinson


I drew a line through my life--

  Hoping others might distinguish as clearly--

The person I am tonight

  From the one I have been previously--


But--it was to no avail--

  As they can not fully tell--

How wonderful it can feel

  To warm after a great chill.





The Thaw           (Spring 2016)


To say the least,

  The day you met me

(there in the dark,

  lost to mind and heart),

I was a damaged goodie,

  Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie.


But you taught me that spring

  Something that I believe

To be the most important thing:

  That even the blind

Are gifted with insight.


And I will never see the sun

  Rising without

Being reminded of your name

  And about how

You saw a light in me

  That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

  So strong that it brought me to thaw.


...


Then--I drew a line through my life--

  Hoping they could discern more clearly--

The person that I am tonight

  From the person I had been previously.


But--sadly--it was to no avail--

  As none of them can fully tell--

How wonderful it can feel

  To warm after a great chill.


But I will never see the sun

  Rising without

Being reminded of your name

  And about how

You saw a light in me

  That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

  So strong that it brought me to thaw.


...


And didn't the sun

  Shine through to me,

And blind so beautifully?

  And at once, darkness did, of course,

Abscond with the starkness it adores.


And I drew a breath,

  Which I could attest

Had been my very first.

  An experience to, at last, quench my thirst.


Now I will never see the sun

  Rising without

Being reminded of your name

  And about how

You saw a light in me

  That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

  So strong that it brought me to thaw.


...


To say the least,

  The day you met me

(there in the dark,

  lost to mind and heart),

I was a damaged goodie,

  Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie.


But you taught me that spring

  Something that I believe

To be the most important thing:

  That even the blind

Are gifted with insight.




© 2018 Louis McKraker



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Louis, this is an extraordinary work. I especially like the contrast throughout. You draw in the reader so deep, then we read, "I was a damaged goodie,... Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie." It's a clear image, and so light-hearted and a bit whimsical. Usually, we find the same mood and tone in a poem. You artfully presented something different here. Still, your sincerity and humility are consistent beginning to end. A truly great piece.

Posted 10 Months Ago


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Read and enjoyed you poem. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Amazing and true- sight is not always something that you can see but feel and be made aware of deeper- sometimes we are sent angels to u derstand us and to see the true you-all wishing a season sometimes before change and yes not everyone understands the depth of the chill only experiencing it yourself will appreciate the warmth it brings- all good thingscome to those who wait and believe- wonderfully written🌹

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

we miss it after we find it and then lose it
loved the write

Posted 3 Months Ago


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A long, drifting saga of how it was, is to be - and, how it is once found. Because that's what can happen, perhaps unexpectedly, perhaps over a period of time when oblivion soaks you from normality. But,, but,,you were indeed found, warmed and brought to light and vitally.. to life. Even your language alters depth, indeed - shape, season to season. The person you were becomes more., in that, warts and all, you were found perfect in someone else's heart. Love sees you complete.. thanks be.

You write as if turned inside out and then patted tidily, blissfully content.

Posted 5 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Louis McKraker

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Emma.
I apologize for taking so long, but I love how you absorbed this poem.. read more
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

As long as you reach a safe haven.. .. ..
Powerful story told in the poetry. I liked how you used the seasons.. You wrote the story with skill and the reader understood the places and memories. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

nature has it own rhythm the seasons blend together circling ever forward, just as we succumb to the needs of the heart- loved this poem

Posted 9 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me in some way of Poe and his story about the chilling Annabelle Lee

Posted 10 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Many seasons from come and go since "From Winter of 2012 to Spring of 2016" and in that time your last lines so artfully give the reader a summation of all that you experienced, from being a damaged goodie fumbling in an Alabama hoodie to experiencing the warmth of another who accepted you for who you are/were. Being brought to thaw as you were teaches one about life including the fact that we might think we have seen it all, know it all, gained or lost it all, but that precious gift we are given through the caring of another does give the blind the gift of understanding and knowledge.
I especially like the repetition of the main concept of your write; though inexperienced, you became quite experienced through the acceptance of another!

Posted 10 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Louis, this is an extraordinary work. I especially like the contrast throughout. You draw in the reader so deep, then we read, "I was a damaged goodie,... Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie." It's a clear image, and so light-hearted and a bit whimsical. Usually, we find the same mood and tone in a poem. You artfully presented something different here. Still, your sincerity and humility are consistent beginning to end. A truly great piece.

Posted 10 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Louis McKraker
Louis McKraker

Montpelier, VT



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I was born in Central Alabama and began writing poetry and short stories at age nine. I am now the author of several poetry compilations, a song and lyric collection, and a collection of short stories.. more..

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