Blue Day Beneath a Blue Duvet

Blue Day Beneath a Blue Duvet

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

I remember you
little girl in the photograph
I recall your courage
smiles
laughter
sleepless nights
(some things never change)
looks as though it had rained
when the photograph was taken
much like today, going to rain
(again)
looks like the cold has arrived too
my hands are numb already
isn't even winter yet
I sit beneath a duvet
wishing not to surface
can't bear the thought
of chill on my skin
(was that a sunbeam)
through glass that needs a good clean
don't be foolish wise woman
who holds a photograph of earlier years
in hands that shake and feel pain
it was merely a trick of morning vision
eyes not properly adjusted
body not attentive to the light
no...
no sunbeam
there is only the cold
pressed close to seasonal depression
as I hide away
beneath a blue duvet


(c) 2014 PoppySilver


© 2014 Poppy Ruth Silver



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Poppy, I love this sad and at the same time lovely poem.. your self reflections give me a shiver at times and the desire to build a fire in the fireplace that can keep you warm.. of course this was written almost 3 years ago now, but it is felt through time and space until now...

redzone

Posted 8 Months Ago


"I sit beneath a duvet
wishing not to surface
can't bear the thought
of chill on my skin
(was that a sunbeam)"

My most favorite lines...great job.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I felt like getting under "a blue duvet" after I read this. . .simply beautiful, yet sad. . .

Posted 3 Years Ago


Tones of sadness add a reminiscent quality to this lovely poem, well done Poppy

Posted 3 Years Ago


This was beautifully written with a little sadness entwined!. Great flow, and excellent imagery!

Posted 3 Years Ago


i love when it rains, because that is how i feel inside....
that's what i felt here...often photographs are only taken on beautifully sunny days, and there are smiles...but is it real?
not sure.

love this poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


This is I think one of my favorites that I have read of yours. I see perhaps a thirty year old woman looking at a picture of a seven year old her, and wishing that she could return to her days of innocence when she did not have to worry on daily matters such as bills and work. Back when she could sink under that duvet and not surface until the next day because she had no other place to be but there, in her makeshift fort of whimsical imagination. Thank you for taking me on this journey, I loved it.

Posted 3 Years Ago


What a wonderful title to wrap your words into. The seasons and life can make us want to hunker down and wait for that sunbeam to find us. This poem quietly calls out for some warmth.

Posted 3 Years Ago


"no sunbeam
there is only the cold
pressed close to seasonal depression
as I hide away
beneath a blue duvet"
Dear Poet. The poem is powerful. Create thoughts and places. The flow of the language made me want to read and know more. A perfect closure. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


Oh, it`s very melodic with thoughts. I like the title either, quiet peaceful. Well pen`d ;)

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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