the streets by the canal are empty

the streets by the canal are empty

A Poem by m.s.early

The streets by the canal are empty tonight
(other than her
   other than I
   other than the piecing wind winding between these towers).

The piercing cold wind that stabs through our scarves
sends my hand searching for hers to hurry us along.

She clutches like flame clutches to the phoenix hoping to warm again
finding the empty hand proposed,

And even through the soft leather gloves that separate our skin 
the ember from her heart emanates a more silent warmth
conducting relentlessly through the circuits of my life.
And we walk against the wind while the street disappears behind.
 


© 2018 m.s.early



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Beautiful- can feel the love of two merging into one and the softness of the earth being covered in a layer of white light that warms the way, wonderful words🌹

Posted 2 Months Ago


This is poetry that speaks to my soul. It has a pulse much like my own. Simply beautiful, Matt!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ive missed these beautiful pieces...those long quiet streaks of passion....

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a lovely ray of warmth on a cold, snowy day.

Posted 4 Months Ago


i feel that the streets were far from empty...they had the love of two people to warm them.
such a deeply moving scene you painted here...with such a simple idea as reaching out for another's hand.

felt like a Simon and Garfunkel song...love it.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

m.s.early

4 Months Ago

I take you compliments whole heartedly. Thank you J
Sometimes I just sense what I WANT to emotionally "feel"within a piece... as I've done here. This imprinted a good feeling right where I needed it.

Posted 4 Months Ago


m.s.early

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much Chris.
Chris

4 Months Ago

The best of new years wishes for you and yours...
m.s.early

4 Months Ago

How thoughtful. To you and yours well, brother

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