9. cold august day

my hands are frostbitten

my heart is not ridden

of long past winter weeks

from a drip to a drizzle

i cried out icicles

some still frozen to my cheeks

 

flowers that blossom

i curse and accost them

they don't recall the chill

picnics and swimming

sun burning, not dimming

but i tremble still

 

cheap quilts and torn covers

comforters without comfort

restless I toss and turn

i shake and shudder

without another

dry ashes that no longer burn

 

lonely lips all chapped

hands dry and cracked

my breath visible in the air

arms once open

now closed and frozen

left too long empty and bare

 

september like embers

burned things i remember

but i wish i never knew

the warmth that you gave me

abandoned when you bade me

farewell and adieu

 

the leaves

the snow

the green

the glow

the seasons show

but within me nothing grows

 

"dear child, come hither

together we'll shiver"

she calls in a soothing voice

how sweetly she sounded

now i'm numbfounded

embraced we forever rejoice

Reviews

[katrinajune]

The line "comforters without comfort" was excellence. I could tell exactly what you wanted to mean.

[Jordan Williams]

thank you so much. i'm so glad you read and commented