Winter/Life...A sweet release

Winter/Life...A sweet release

A Poem by Gee
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More simple fayre

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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...

















© 2022 Gee


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A beautiful, poetic reflection on the stillness and quietude of this time, where memories of departed loved ones are held dearly.

Posted 1 Day Ago


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


Gee

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...'

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

A very late thank you Emmaj
emmajoygreen

5 Months Ago

It's fine, I understand. Stay safe and well.
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.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

A belated thank you
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Kelly.
Hope you are keeping well
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Jacob
That was gorgeous, the meter, the rhymes, the flow and melody of this piece were spot on. I could almost sing this as i read it. Wonderfully written

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Very kind words, thank you. Appreciate very much your visits.
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


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you kindly.
This is one poem I kinda like myself, if I'm allowed to admit that :)
softlyfall

1 Year Ago

of course you can and should admit it, that honors and thanks your muse
A bit dark and sad but, written so beautifully. Nicely done, Gee! Temp

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Temp
hardly simple fayre. This is an achingly beautiful ode Gee. Superb bit of writing

Ken e

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Hi Ken, thanks.
To me, compared to much that I read by others, my use of language and conten.. read more
Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

simplicity is not the sin some image it to be G. A poem requires honesty above all else. A genuine .. read more
Gee

1 Year Ago

Thanks for the advice and taking the time to give it over, it's appreciated

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Added on January 30, 2022
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