Open Poetry #46 |
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Breath of Winter |
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Dadygoose Member
since 2010-01-01
Posts 162A Communist country |
The Breath of Winter ___ reworked for 2010 Can you smell it? Can you feel it? can you taste it? The fragrance of winter? The gently falling snow flushing and cleaning the air clear of all the junk we're spewing in to it? Do you know the names of the towering, Olympian peaks just west of me? I open my mouth and taste the clean, sweet, frosted air, And, if the sweetened air were more substantial, I should just reach out for it in handfuls, scoop it in, and EAT it! like solid nectar, like liquid sugar So sweet it is. And no calories! I have already tried out this cold and living air on hot, bubbling, percolating coffee, and the aroma is like nothing else on Earth can be experienced. I would try to store some of it in really air-tight jars and bottles ... to keep it clean, and frosted and pure, as it must have been when life on Earth began, as it must have on the first, mythic morning of Creation, when everything was new and unbeheld by humans, when I opened my eyes and knew that I was naked, and you taught me how to say your name ... Maybe it still smells like that way up North in Lalaland? Hey, nobody's human! |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
A lovely poem full of sensual images, which, surprisingly, create deep spiritual overtones. Bravo! |
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