Dark Poetry #3 |
A winter habit of visiting |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Months old. A winter habit of visiting Stormy winter night, unlit candles on the table. Evergreen totems stand tall in darkened windows. Shiver-kisses by the heater. Her eyes as blue-green-gray as I imagine the Atlantic near Hampton, New Hampshire. Purple-blue autumn roses wilting in the heat. Drooping, petals dropping to sweep into our hands. Burning both ends of us in this sweating room. Snow pelts the windows. Icing trees to crowns. Her gloves dampen quickly. Our scarves hold on too tight. The wind howls, evening train sounds lost of its might. Chilled dark chocolate squares dropped into hot mugs. Steam clouding vision, leaving only breath. A sweating blossom. A wilting blossom. A burning blossom. Night-closing blossoms. She has a winter habit of visiting, and three seasons away at home. |
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Dragon Mistress Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 289Washington, USA. |
Hmm....Interesting. But good. Got me thinking. And I'm not highly known for my thinking abilities. I liked! ~*~I'm only a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~ |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
squirrel dude, Well, that's easy for you to say. Me? I struggle on. Liked this (Way good) rich and dark oil painting. ~Ed In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
More'n six months old, so yr comment is a bit misleading. 'Cause it was before I had first planned to visit you in Cali in the first place, when I said I could only visit y' there in th' winter, 'cause I hate th' heat, r'member? i'll be waiting for you |
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Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
a lot of great lines there, feelings well delivered |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Jeez, I just remembered! This poem is my old way of writing. What happens occasionally is I'll have a whole bunch of cool phrases nestling on my computer, but no poems to go with them. What I used to do is string those phrases together, to make a poem. The phrases for this one were ... Stormy winter night, Evergreen totems. Shiver-kisses. blue-green-gray autumn roses Burning both ends evening train dark chocolate squares A sweating blossom. A wilting blossom. a winter habit of visiting Not bad, for all that. |
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