Cold Comes the Night

Cold Comes the Night

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

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.






 

© 2021 Kelly Scheppers


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Kelly Dear, I did not forget You 🤭

As usual, you select the most pertinent and appealing picture to grace the ambiance of your always excellently rendered poetry … the sheer beauty and quiet timbre of this one vividly swept me deep into your moment.
Your stunningly gripping metaphors stir every nuance of what it means to lose such enthrallments so indelibly precious that their memory is a sweet song of loneliness and yearning … nothing can possibly replaced them; except, cold, recurring nights.

Leave it to you, Dear Kelly, to bring such poignant sadness so vividly to life.
Unforgettably compelling poetry, indeed … thank You, Loveliness, for your always desired and welcomed poetic touch! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


oh man .. such a beautiful sadness Legs! i absolutely love the spine played as an accordion .. it takes firm and practiced gentle squeezing to make the music .. great stuff ma'am! love finding new posts from you .. right here at the Cafe' ... fine stuff says i!
E.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Your opening stanza is superb. I felt every movement of those finger tips running down my spine. We have contrasts here of how sensual and warm your feelings once were and now how cold your nights feel alone in your bed. Visually outstanding. Great stuff Kelly.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Month Ago

I'm always thrilled to have you here, Chris. You've come so far from when I first said hello. I'll.. read more
Does it ever get cold in San Diego?
I could go for that if you lived in Alaska or the Antarctic
How about "Lonely is the Night"
Just asking......)))))

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

Yes, it does get cold here, usually into the lower 40's at night, sometimes lower. I wasn't relativ.. read more
Dave Brown

2 Months Ago

Yes, I was just trying to be funny
sometimes I shouldn't
You must be getting warm by n.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

No problem, Dave. Much appreciate the review!
Excellent Kelly, you really capture that hunger /yearning - once bonded, always there is a connection.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

Thank you for the kindness of your words!
The longing for what once was is palpable in this one, Kelly. The loneliness walks tall. Still, it is obvious there was much love and romance at one time for you to miss it now. My heart goes out to you. I can feel the emotional pain. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

I actually wrote this for someone I used to love many years ago. We parted amicably, well sort of, .. read more
Lydia Shutter

2 Months Ago

I am sorry for your loss, Kelly. May his memory be a blessing.
It is never pleasant sleeping alone after you have become accustomed to cuddling next to someone feeling their touch.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

The transition of sleeping with someone is difficult, after sleeping alone for so long. To go back .. read more
Poetic Beauty

2 Months Ago

Dogs and cats give a comfort when sleeping alone.
A beautiful metaphoric poem, speaking of loss and loneliness ; I love your word choice so inventive and pertinent, even though it’s cold, there is poignancy to it! Nicely written.
Best, Betty

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

The warmth of your words comes across, touching me deeply. Thank you, Betty!
Betty Hermelee

2 Months Ago

You’re very welcome😊
you have captured the beauty of solitude even when unwanted
the moon is indeed a voyeur as it marks it's way in silent grace looking down upon all
excellent verse with noticeable title
kudos

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

Thrilled to have you here. Thank you!
Indeed, the body is an instrument of love. The need to have someone play it means that the music is gone and it lies cold waiting, waiting for the music that will bring it back to life again.
Nicely portrayed, Kelly.
Take care - Dave

Posted 2 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Months Ago

Lovely analogy, Dave. Thank you so much!

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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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