A Poem by Betty Hermelee

cold, emptiness




I am born from a cold womb

my face a bluish hue

pale skin, soft to touch

but easily frayed


My mother bestows no warmth

my spirit is bleak, trodden

the earth is my brethren

mimics the chill in my core


My father drifts away with the snow

the wind keeps him in a frigid forest

he melts and returns in spring

he names me the blue child

as he believes my feeling are aloof

I bear a polar imprint

© 2021 Betty Hermelee

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Betty Hermelee
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This is very beautiful and so deep, poetic and I love the storytelling. I loved the metaphor with the mother, but I also loved the last part, how the father drifting off with the snow and returning in the spring could be a metaphor about when fathers leave. Thank you for sharing this. (:

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your lovely review.
Best, B.
'My mother bestows no warmth' a really revealing line Betty. Children denied warmth and love will certainly feel the cold. No wonder he was called Blue Boy. Sadly some parents don't deserve children. Thank you for sharing your poetry. Akways good to read you.


Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Yes, this is a very dark piece, just sort of came to me... Thanks always for your excellent reviews... read more
Parents, who would have them.
Reminds me of the mother in long-lost families who gave her kids away at birth.
The kids now grown, assume she had to give them up for adoption. Just turned out she hated kids.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Yes, some people are just not kid-lovers....the pain of cold is just cruel.... thanks Paul, always a.. read more
I am drawn to this poem of yours, Betty. It just speaks to me on so many deep levels, as well as personally. Especially moving are the lines reflecting the mother's nature as the child sees it. I sympathize with his thoughts, and may understand the intent behind them. Thank you for sharing this moving poem.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thanks C. for your great review! Always appreciated.
Best, B.

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC

My love of poetry resulted from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid.. more..


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