Winter/Life...A sweet release

More simple fayre

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...

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

What a beautiful, breathtaking and honest piece that I can see how work you put into it. All the words you chose were perfect and added so much to the poem. It feels very chilling but so real and that’s what’s really great about it. I hope you’re alright after this solemn write. Excellent piece. (:

[Gee]

Thank you up for your kind words

[Unspoken poet]

This is just so wonderful and lovely, enjoyed this

[Gee]

Thank you very much

[Unspoken poet]

not a problem

[Miss Sharon]

What a beautiful and uplifting write this is! Just what we all need in this day and hour. Thank you. ~Sharon

[Gee]

Thank you for your kind words Sharon :)

[Patricia]

I love it and love the rhyming, god I miss the rhyming! this is really good and I'm right there with ya!

[Gee]

Thanks Patricia.
When you start rhyming I'm hanging up my crayons :))

[Patricia]

Never! Or I will be very disappointed in you!

[Gee]

Gave ma a smile first thing this morning Patricia.
Have a good day

[Patricia]

I always smile when I come here :)

[Lorry]

Let's hope that blissful peace is sweet release to them Gee. I truly hope that death is exactly that. I am starting to think of it as retirement plus.

[Gee]

Hi Lorry, good way of looking at it and hopefully won't have to rely on handouts to keep warm :)
read moreHi Lorry, good way of looking at it and hopefully won't have to rely on handouts to keep warm :)
Hope you are well.
Cheers

[William Michael Reeves]

And Spring has sprung melting the winter grief! Melting memories run like rivers irrigating fields of peace blowing in the winds of release. I like the way you resurrect hope as the poem progresses. The release of tension in that last line is one of the best parts of poetry.

You might not have seen this haiku I wrote in a thank you note to everybody here I took down couple days ago...

Waves of Winter grief
Warming in eternal hope
Loving fields of words

Read you later,
Bill

[Gee]

Hi William, apologies for the tardy reply, thank you

[Ken Simm.]

Victorian is what I think. Almost Dickensian in its winter feel. Excellent writing and with just hints of the bitter tastes. of death and decay.

[Gee]

Hi Ken, thank you. I'd better start writing something other than death as folk will think I'm a right miserable old sod.
Hope you are well

[M. J. Smith]

Bittersweet, something Poe might have written for lost Lenore maybe. Makes me think of John Keats.
Sorry. I find an old ghost haunting me lately.
Beautiful words, dear poet.

[Gee]

To be mentioned in the same breath as both of those posts is very flattering.
Thank you MJS

[Gee]

Poets.....

[M. J. Smith]

Keats often wrote quote romanticly of death. And Poe had an uncanny beauty in his portrayal of darkness. Granted, your words are gentler. But I sense their spirits in your words. The compliments are well deserved. And you are most welcome, my friend.

[Gee]

Again thank you

[Betty Hermelee]

A season of transition.. now dark, death-like, "the graveyard " shift as you say. However it brings back sweet memories and gives hope for the next brighter season to arrive. And that means hope.
True, but a spark of light soon to come.
Best, B

[Gee]

Roll on spring. Thanks Betty

[augustus]

Depressing but nevertheless excellent writing. The 'black dog' (as Churchill used to suffer from and what he called his depression) sums it up rather nicely. Take heart dear writer all will be well!

[Gee]

Thank you Augustus