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

[red93]

Excellent Kelly, you really capture that hunger /yearning - once bonded, always there is a connection.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you for the kindness of your words!

[Lydia Shutter]

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**

[Kelly Scheppers]

I actually wrote this for someone I used to love many years ago. We parted amicably, well sort of, and I found out a few days ago that he died a couple of years ago. I was surprised that his death had such an effect on me after all these years. My grief needed somewhere to manifest itself, other than the confines of my heart, so I wrote this. Thank you, Lydi, for feeling the emotional pain.

[Lydia Shutter]

I am sorry for your loss, Kelly. May his memory be a blessing.

[Poetic Beauty]

It is never pleasant sleeping alone after you have become accustomed to cuddling next to someone feeling their touch.

[Kelly Scheppers]

The transition of sleeping with someone is difficult, after sleeping alone for so long. To go back from that would be even more so. I suppose that's why people sleep with their dogs and cats. It helps fill the void.

[Poetic Beauty]

Dogs and cats give a comfort when sleeping alone.

[Betty Hermelee]

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

[Kelly Scheppers]

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

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome😊

[keith]

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

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thrilled to have you here. Thank you!

[Dave]

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

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lovely analogy, Dave. Thank you so much!

[andrew mitchell]

You do these so well Kelly with flair. Love is rather orchestrated and how beautiful the dance. Cold is the night just reinforces these moments gone by.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Aww, thank you, Andrew. I gravitate to this style more than any other. How wonderful to know you enjoyed it!

[barleygirl]

The best part of this well-written poem is the first verse, becuz of the tactile connections which are brilliant . . . vertabrae, accordion, piano, tempo . . . not the musicality of these concepts (which is also strong), but I love the way I can feel fingers on the spine like playing someone, feeling the squirm or waver under a tactile treatment (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kelly Scheppers]

Girl, I love the way you dissect a poem! I didn't even think of them as being "tactile connections" in the way that you brought them to light, but it is in itself, a revelation, to me. Thank you most kindly, Margie!

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Ooh so creatively sensational and artistic esp the first gorgeous stanza, like strings of a lyre playing in words!!. Awesome poetry woww!! Kudos!!!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm always thrilled to gain a new reader. Thank you!

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Whenever I find a poet like you, I get excited. Expert word usage, brilliant titles. This poem here feels like exactly what you describe it as- cold flooding the night. I love the line 'summers long forgotten'. This is just a brilliant poem. It feels so heartbreaking and you feel the very words you write in your chest. A strong, beautiful poem.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am overwhelmed by the kindness of your review. How lucky am I? Thank you so much!