A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman

Winter of Love


 Where am I going?
What am I doing?
Do you see me coming?
Did you see me going?

Questions of a lost soul fill my mind with
with thoughts for
for the others lost.
Makes me want to band together with
with other lost souls, fighting for
for our passion...
for suffering.
for love.
for the collective.

You can't win the game of fate
You can't play off love
You can't sit and wonder
Will this be alright?
Is this maybe a yes?
Honesty will set you free.

The snow's first drift 
will catch you blind
we will watch this rift
come together, no divide

Suffering impermanent.
Love eternal...
This ethereal feeling in your bones.
You know it is coming...
It is time.
Time for real compassion.

Our era has begun.

Decades winter brought summer
By the first snow of the season.
The winter of love has begun.


© 2009 Thomas B. Buckman

Author's Note

Thomas B. Buckman
Inspired by the first snow of the 2009 winter season!

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I have not yet had our first snow, nor our first flirries of the winter. I wish. I really like the feel of this piece. You have an optimistic view of the winter, where I see it as a depressing state. I love the winter, but I'm always feeling alone. You've an optimistic outlook, and it is really nice to see that interwoven into the idea of this poem. You cannot win the game of fate, and I absolutely love
"You can't win the game of fate
You can't play off love
You can't sit and wonder"

This is such a fantastic group of words. You cannot win the game of fate, too true, but I am left wondering what you mean by play off love. Some say to play off is to ignore or pretend it never happened. You play off something awkward. I would argue though, that you say that we cannot play only off the feeling of love? I am not really sure which way you meant it, and I love that I am constantly left with questions only you can explain.

Another wonderful piece!

Posted 9 Years Ago

We've just had a few flurries.......

I love the last line.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Thomas B. Buckman
Thomas B. Buckman

Osage Beach, MO

My name is Thomas Buckman. I was a twenty year old unemployed poet... Now I'm a 21 year old member of the United States Army. "My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and .. more..

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