A Whirlwind of Winter

A Whirlwind of Winter

A Poem by Patricia
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Moonlight Writing

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A whirlwind of winter blows in

An appalling insult on my senses

I settle into my seasonal brood

Getting comfortable in its chains

Awaiting all those old ghosts

Shredding apart my thoughts

Picking at old wounds and sewing the new

And when it comes to you

I’m dousing fires and relighting them

Only to have to put them out again

The cold creeps in

 

In the torment of it all

I await an all-consuming sleep

I eat the dreams, swallow them whole,

Regurgitate them in the morning

Then pick them apart and cry about it

If only I could return them to you

Oh, the scenes could devastate any heart

Even in their sincerest beauty

Especially in their false bravado

The cold creeps in

 

And the season has only just begun

© 2021 Patricia


Author's Note

Patricia
I should never write in the middle of the night but there it is

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Hello, Patricia! :)
Those middle of the night poems can be special. I enjoyed reading this one. There were parts that I couldn't put together, but overall, it felt like life's complexity stuck in a snowstorm; maybe dread. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 5 Days Ago


Patricia

5 Days Ago

Well hello- thanks for reading and commenting and basically the poem is about how long our winter is.. read more
mattavelli

5 Days Ago

It will be green again. :)
"I eat the dreams, swallow them whole" What are our dreams if not poetry? I keep a pad and pen by the night table for middle of the night musings. Cold winters do not do anything to make a psyche sing, do they? Living in South Florida, I barely remember them. When a relationship is on again/off again, sometimes it is best to stick with the off! Your middle of the night poetry is quite good. Lydi**

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

Oh wow lucky you, you sleep :) I sleep just not much and it seems normal for me now. and thank you, .. read more
Hi Patricia, your metaphors sing in this strong, raw and real write. We all find our own muse in winter. Yours sings such an awesome song. I love the content of this wonderful write. You skillfully create poetic grace once again. Forever let your muse sing. Have a wonderful evening. Hugs always....Mike.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

thank you so much kind sir! yes this one has my heart in it.
shadrach hah

2 Weeks Ago

Hi Patricia, you are welcome. Have a wonderful evening. Hugs always....Mike.
Oh that whirlwind of winter emotion. How I felt it. Needed as much as burnt toast when there's no more bread left, and you are famished.

'picking at old wounds'
We do don't we? And when they scab over, we still pick and make them bleed.

Excellent write Patricia. Kudos.

Chris



Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

thank you so much Christine! Winter does have a wicked bite, but comes with the perk of being a muse.. read more
I love this poem, it’s so strong and biting and such amazing metaphors. I think writing in the wee hours produces such emotion, raw and real; your nightmares ( dreams) are ghostly and must be done with….
The cold winter approaching is devastating to your sunken heart….
Keeping you in chains of ice….and this is just the beginning…..a long winter sleep is the calm…. Excellent!
Best
B.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

thank you so much Betty! what a wonderful review!
Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you😊
I have found some of the most profound writes have come in the middle of the night and early morning. So keep on listening to your Muse no matter what time during the night or day she whispers to you. A very nice poem Patricia. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

thank you Carlos and yes I listen I just don't share hardly any of them, I just tuck them away like .. read more
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Gee
Jacob knows you know, what else to add

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

thanks gee, Hugs!
"I eat the dreams, swallow them whole"
Oh, I just love that line and wish I had written it.
this is like Scrooge meets Poe...and they make each other even more unhappy and feeling cold.
raw writing...knocks us into next week.
I wish you could know how good you are at this writing thing, Patricia.
j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Patricia

2 Weeks Ago

Oh stop! LOL I might have to teach myself to blush again, I could use some color without any sun. th.. read more

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