of warmth and cold

of warmth and cold

A Poem by Deepshikha

i never miss the cold like i do the warmth--

in the darkest nights of winter
and in the coldest gusts of ice
i long for a sunrise
a small touch of sunbeam on our cheeks;

--for my skin to sing from the heat
for the color to bleed through every leaf
to feel the warmth of something living
to know that the skies will always be blue

because i become sick of sunsets
of freezing
of withering
of endless frost on colorless windows
because there's not enough warmth to share--

and sometimes i dig deep below
and bury myself in the 
dark
hungry
suffocating earth
far away from even the iciest sunshine
away from even a flicker of light

just to feel a spark of warmth
blazing into a fire of life
burning through my veins
warmth warmth warmth--

it never works
because who else can bring warmth but the sun?

but sometimes--
when i've been charred to ashes;
and i'm more liquid than human;

i close my eyes and lose myself in a memory 
one that isn't dry
and dusty
and scorched
and parched
without shade or shelter
from burning, blinding
everlasting heat heat heat;

i see the colors leak into the sky
and the leaves sink back into the trees;
the sun broken by endless greys;
ice spreading fast and thick;

suddenly a chill runs across my fingers
and a wind nips at my nose--
i see through colorless windows again,
across a world deprived of sun,
where cold is king and chill is queen,

and where i am resting
in the embrace of a friend--
held tight 
a kiss for me alone--
the warmth held somewhere close to heart.

© 2012 Deepshikha



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Very nice, expressive exploration of your theme. I enjoyed this piece very much. There are two lines that I feel are particularly wonderful:

"see the colors leak into the sky
and the leaves sink back into the trees;"

Excellent words choices throughout. My only critique is the last stanza - I've read it over a few times, and to me the very last line just doesn't seem to complete the point. I think it is the word "where" that, in my mind, sets up for a slightly different end - does that make any sense or is it just me? :)

Very nice work.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deepshikha

5 Years Ago

thanks so much!
i'm not sure what i could really do for the last stanza. i think i understand .. read more



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Very nice, expressive exploration of your theme. I enjoyed this piece very much. There are two lines that I feel are particularly wonderful:

"see the colors leak into the sky
and the leaves sink back into the trees;"

Excellent words choices throughout. My only critique is the last stanza - I've read it over a few times, and to me the very last line just doesn't seem to complete the point. I think it is the word "where" that, in my mind, sets up for a slightly different end - does that make any sense or is it just me? :)

Very nice work.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deepshikha

5 Years Ago

thanks so much!
i'm not sure what i could really do for the last stanza. i think i understand .. read more

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This is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..

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