Cold Bright Whiteness (innocence lost)

Cold Bright Whiteness (innocence lost)

A Poem by Richard

Unmetered Rhyming Couplets (formerly Unmetered Quatrains) in honor of Einstein Noodles' love of flowers.


Cold Bright Whiteness

What soul's naïve appearance shall awaken dark dormant me, 
and tread the road that leads where innocence should never be. 

Far into those mountains crowned by winter snows anew, 
there upon the hillside steep a solitary flower grew.

From all my darkest moments, alas, I'd learned so very well, 
the flower would be gone with Winter's first hard freezing spell. 

Like death that rattles its bleached and brittle bones, 
all that was ever mine and lost, is what some other person loans … 

and, as the candlelight fades in its last drawn flick of gold … 
in contemplation, I've learned why when it's dark it seems so cold.

Like a beaten, worn-out mallet the cobbler's hands once warmed, 
I’ve lain upon this oft-used bed where foreboding loves were formed. 

So, come grace this bed, beautiful flower; as the sun, I'll warm your hand … 
then, wilt you with my "Cold Bright Whiteness", like snow and ice upon the land.

Richard W. Jenkins

© 2017 Richard

Author's Note

Picture, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Constructive critique is always welcome. : )

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"Like death that rattles
its bleached and brittle bones,
all that was ever mine and lost
is what some other person loans … "

I love this as a whole but those lines sunk in deep. You're a very gifted writer. Your description timeless..

Posted 1 Year Ago

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1 Year Ago

Warmest, most grateful thanks, Tracey!
Your words of praise and expressed appreciation for th.. read more


The rhythms were phenomenal. Up standing write of class Sir

Posted 3 Years Ago

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3 Years Ago

Many thanks, Terrence, for all the praise! 〜 Richard
You are a skilled artisan, there's a unique blend of softness amid stark allusions. The oft used bed, flowers and candlelight, all set the mood for this delightful and stirring piece of poetry, it's lovely and a little naughty at the same time. Simply fantastic.

Posted 3 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


3 Years Ago

When a reviewer speaks such wondrous blissfulness to me about one of my poems, Dear Dove, it cannot .. read more

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Added on September 18, 2015
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