Death, darkness, dormancy,
and every shade of grey
in this season of transition
that has night meld with the day,
where living now a graveyard shift
as nothing stirs, no sound,
the past old headstones rising through
an ermine covered ground,
that holds to heart in hallowed earth
our memories, tears and pain
for those who silent left to wait
until we meet again,
somewhere beyond this fleeting life,
somewhere in blissful peace
where winter, death, no longer seen
since granted sweet release...
This is a stunning poem with its metre and evocative descriptions. I read it two ways; one as the protagonist enduring the transition into winter and second as the move from life to death.
Posted 5 Months Ago
5 Months Ago
Hi John, mainly the latter, a release to, hopefully, a pain free whatever, wherever :)
The content of your poem is beautifully metered. its words mean and touch me so much, Gee. Read it way back but.. would have been more of me than you, my friend, had I reviewed then. Feeling the cold and dark of death leaves a person emotionally raw. The following says so much,
'.. until we meet again,
somewhere beyond this fleeting life,
somewhere in blissful peace
where winter, death, no longer seen
since granted sweet release...'
Your poem is a beautiful and poignant meditation on the season of winter, and the way that it represents a time of transition and reflection. I love the way you describe this time as a "season of transition," where "death, darkness, and dormancy" reign, and where "every shade of grey" seems to dominate the landscape. The way you describe living in a "graveyard shift," with "nothing stirs, no sound," is particularly haunting, as it captures the sense of stillness and emptiness that can pervade this time of year. I also love the way you describe the past as "old headstones rising through an ermine covered ground," as it speaks to the way that memories and emotions can be buried deep within us, waiting to be unearthed. The final stanza of your poem is particularly beautiful, as it speaks to the hope that we can find in the midst of this darkness, and the way that death can be seen as a release from the pain and suffering of this world. Overall, I think your poem is a beautiful and moving tribute to the season of winter, and the way that it can inspire both sadness and hope in our hearts. It made me feel both melancholy and uplifted, and I really enjoyed reading it.
One sweet day, it shall be...when we transition to the next realm of our existence. Your words give much comfort and peace, Gordon. It almost reads like a prayer.
I have several people I hope to see again someday...but it won't be in this life.
Their gravestones perhaps hint of possibilities...we don't forget.
Nothing stirs yet we know their spirits stay and watch over us, wait for us.
this is a hauntingly beautiful write.
j.
Winter does have a sort of muted silence about it. Darkness overlays the light of the sun but it is not sunless. The winter of life has a muted silence about it, with the ghosts of the pasts nearly audible but not quite, hushed by the cold.
This is so sad because the protagonist is alone, now, in the winter, in the winter if life, just
waiting
for sweet release
and the promise of reuniting with beloved ones beyond this fleeting life
Excellent poem, though somber and sad. Weighty.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you kindly.
This is one poem I kinda like myself, if I'm allowed to admit that :)
1 Year Ago
of course you can and should admit it, that honors and thanks your muse
Hi Ken, thanks.
To me, compared to much that I read by others, my use of language and conten.. read moreHi Ken, thanks.
To me, compared to much that I read by others, my use of language and content seems quite simple :)
1 Year Ago
simplicity is not the sin some image it to be G. A poem requires honesty above all else. A genuine .. read moresimplicity is not the sin some image it to be G. A poem requires honesty above all else. A genuine attempt to look into one's self and then share that vision with others. Language, and diction, are all just tools, ones that come from practice. If you want them, and they are not necessary, the key is to read other works, good works, from the masters, and deconstruct them.
I also advise young, and old, to carry a seed book. Write down well-written lines, or phrases from everything you read, and collect words because over time it all will bubble up into your own work
Ken e
1 Year Ago
Thanks for the advice and taking the time to give it over, it's appreciated
Devoted family man and lover of life.
Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:)
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