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

[Gee]

The bed can be an awfully lonely place when we sleep alone with memories :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Yes, indeed. And the night always intensifies the need. Thank you most kindly, Gordon.

[Ruth]

Dearest Kelly...I always adored the soft, serene quality of your poetry :) Always wonderful to read your writing...so very achingly beautiful and tenderly poised, creates such strong visuals and the moon is almost vocal too in this piece :) Stay well my friend...

[Kelly Scheppers]

How wonderful for me that my poetry leaves such an impression. I shall treasure that, always! Thank you dear friend!

[Chris Shaw]

Well worth a second read Kelly. That first stanza gives me goosebumps, it is so good. Love's thermometer. Hitting the high heat and then comes the cold when it leaves. Hope all is well with you.

Chris

[Kelly Scheppers]

You know, with reading this again myself, I think perhaps that first verse could stand well on its own merit. What do you think, Chris?

[Chris Shaw]

I think you are right Kelly. It works well as a stand alone.

[Fran Marie]

Cold Comes the Night
a perfect title for this
brief piece..showing
the depth of a love
that once was but is no
more..nicely done..

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Fran. Good to see you on my page!

[Fran Marie]

glad to visit and see you back

[Dylan Macadham]

Haunting, wonderfully written!
Dylan

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Dylan. Such a pleasure to have you here!

[PlayWrite]

really good imagery, very human

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you!

[PlayWrite]

youre welcome

[Shelley Warner]

Such a touching poem of loss. So picturesque in stanza one about the fingertips on your vertebrae.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am thrilled you enjoyed it - thanks, Shelley!

[Shelley Warner]

You are so welcome.

[Beccy]

The love shines through the melancholy of the words; and such memories will ever warm the coldness of the night.

A most most beautifully articulated poem.

Beccy.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you, Beccy. My best to you & Charlie!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such an enticingly haunting love poem...that cold moon looks on long after the love is gone.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I learned of the sudden passing of a dear man I loved. I wanted the haunting effect of this to linger. Thank you, J!

[Chris]

Such a soft piece...melancholy moment.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Remembering old loves in a poem has always been a forte of mine. This was written following his death, something I felt I had to do to honor his memory. Thank you for drawing upon the melancholy of it, Chris. Take care!