Cold Comes the Night

Cold Comes the Night

 

i remember when

my vertebrae responded to

the accordion of your fingertips

like a piano in the dark

awaiting a tempo

 

memories of you

ebb and wane

like colors in an autumn  sky

streaking across fields

of summers long forgotten

 

i sleep alone now

the moon is a voyeur

no breath upon my  skin

 

cold comes the night.

 

Reviews

[Cassie]

In kenya we are experiencing what I would call winter and it is so cold and lonely at night. This is quite relatable with a funny zest to it, although its not actually funny

[Kelly Scheppers]

Do you have acacia trees near you? The are so beautiful against a sunset sky. Thank you, Cassie!

[Seriana]

Whether lost intentionally or not, this stings. I feel the pain of longing and want, or unrequited love. Cold lonely nights. Very relatable and simply, yet powerfully shared.

[DIVYA]

This is such a breathtakingly beautiful poem to read. The penultimate verse will remain with me forever.

"memories of you
ebb and wane
like colors in an autumn sky
streaking across fields
of summers long forgotten"

What was so vibrant once becomes a soft, distant memory. This is how life and love fade away.....

Kudos Kelly!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is sad and lonely and longing. What is and was and what might have been are the dreams of all. But then, life might be but "a dream within a dream" as Edgar Allen Poe suggested. I hope all your dreams are sweet and every waking moment, the making of sweeter memories. I enjoyed the read as always. Your words always impress. F.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Fabian. Have a wonderful weekend!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You too. I'm so ready to get some much needed rest. F.

[Shannon]

I really like this; it is sad that the most beautiful part of the day is right before it’s extinguished… how you can sense the end approaching, clinging on for dear life to the thread of infinity that binds two people together right up until it’s all ripped away, and all that’s left is the cold moon.

Check out “The Cold Earth Slept Below,” by Shelley. It’s beautiful

[Kelly Scheppers]

Speaking of beautiful...that's some review! Thank you most kindly. I will look the poem up and let you know! Promise!

[Miss Sharon]

Such a sad poem yet beautifully written. (i sleep alone now the moon is a voyeur no breath upon my skin cold comes the night.) ~Sharon

[Kelly Scheppers]

I seem to gravitate to situations that are relatable to most people. That's my forte, I think. I am thrilled you enjoyed it. Thank you, Sharon!

[Cherrie Palmer]

The title is a poem to its own. I really enjoyed this one. Powerful images filled with sorrow.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was feeling the loss of a lost love, whom I just learned had died...some four years ago! I can't help it, I've always kept my relationships in chronological order, neatly noted within the context of a poem. I think he would have liked the idea! Thanks, Cherrie!

[Dylan Macadham]

Lost-love is the coldest woe of all !
They say suffering enhances art; I say take away the suffering,
and screw my art!
Love/Hate your message, love your Rhythmic Flow, it pulled me in again, see I'm right below :) ...Bravo!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I think "love lost" and "unrequited love" make up the majority of my poetry. It certainly has become my forte. Thank you, Dylan!

[Dylan Macadham]

... then proudly take meaning, Kelly, from the hundreds who've been reading :)